She sits in her world of silence,
and stares at her bare walls;
she's safe inside of this cocoon,
for in here, she never falls.
In her peaceful, sheltered world, she
finds safety and security there;
yet when she returns to the real world,
danger will be lurking everywhere.
She absolutely hates pain, as
everyone certainly would;
but hers' is the kind, that lingers
inside, much longer than it should.
She feels so ugly and worthless
inside, for she's sure it was her fault;
that the abuse she receives is well
deserved, by the pain inflicting adult.
She tries her best to deny in her mind,
that nothing happened at all;
but in her heart, she knows what's real,
as is her tears that fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The scars on the heart can be so deep...Wishing you peace and so much love. Lesa