It's A Love-Hate Thing (poetry)

Poem Nine

They defined her as nothing but
Pure trouble,
But what they hadn't known
Was that she had been through
Hell and back more times than
She could count.
She had escaped that dark pit
Of nothingness with bruises,
Scratches, and sorrowfully
Dreadful scars that embed
Themselves onto her heart with
A seething hatred and a fire that
Even a thousand armies could
Not bear.

—They Were Wrong//Shanielle Fiddler
Dec 4, 2018