Childhood Poem by New Girl Dark NewGirlDark

I do not remember my sin,
only the weight of their voices—
sharp, undeserved,
echoing in a child's chest.
I ran where the house faded,
to the farthest breath of silence,
where the ground was cold
and no one could see me break.
Tears became my only language.
I spoke until I vanished into sleep.
And then—
I woke.
Not to sound…
but to something softer than darkness.
A voice,
close enough to feel
without being seen.
"Your life will change…"
My eyes remained closed,
as if fear had stitched them shut,
as if something unseen
rested gently over my stillness.
"Give me your hand, " it whispered,
"I will keep you…
I will guard you
from all that dares to hurt you."
And strangely—
there was no terror.
Only a quiet surrender.
A fragile relief.
As if, at last,
something had chosen me.
So I reached out—
through sleep, through sorrow—
and in the emptiness…
something
reached back.
@newgirldark