Every child has a story yet to be told.
Will she have a secret story that quietly unfolds?
Will her words be scornfully told?
Some girls silently lose their voice.
It’s not by choice.
They’ve been controlled.
By their secret abuser,
That’s a real bruiser.
These girls are too afraid to draw closer.
Because the only emotion they know is fear.
Nothing in life seems clear.
In their minds they suffer alone.
In their hearts they’re all alone.
Knowing in life that they’ll soon be gone,
Left a dried bone,
And no one ever had the chance to hear her true story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
every child has story, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my new poems and comment.