Melissa Howard

Free

She cried herself to sleep everynite praying for someone to keep her safe.
Everynite she would pray just for an escape.
No matter how bad her situation was, No matter how many times she removed herself from a situation her next would just be worst.


The little girl beaten, Turned into the little girl molested, The little girl molested turned into the girl raped.

That little girl turned into the woman
that hated..
The woman who hated life, hated herself, hated the world, but most importantly hated god.

There was no understanding.
There was no answers.
All she wanted was to be free..

There seemed to be no escape..
There was no solace..
No one truly understood the Woman the Girl became to be..

No one truly cared for they had given up..
There was nothing in the woman really for anyone to see..
She was a fronter she only showed the world what she tought they wanted to see, , Not what she truly needed them to see...

Old in age she is still alone..Wondering if one day she will ever be free..Free of this hate and bitterness..Free of this inner guilt for not making things the way they should be..Free to just let go after all these years..Free to just wake up oneday and say this isnt truly me..

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 10, 2009

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