Broken InnocenceA Poem by Heather PhelpsThe walls know her story They tell it well Her skin softer than silk Her hair radiant as the sun Just a bad twist of fate That she wound up Where the walls have ears.
It started out innocent enough Just playing around being a kid Then it turned bad
Her mother crying at night Her father in a rage
Her friends all left her then her mother did too Her father turned his rage towards her
a bruised cheek one day a broken leg the next she no longer knew how to be a child
she was seven when he finally did the worst thing possible he killed his own blood
she has the wings of an angel the heart of a saint but most important she is free of pain. © 2011 Heather Phelps |
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Added on June 7, 2010 Last Updated on December 10, 2011 AuthorHeather PhelpsWelland, CanadaAboutI'm a 23 year old female whose been through a lot of tough times. I live in Welland, Ontario. My hair is currently a shade of red (or what passes for it these days) and my eyes change between hazel, r.. more..Writing
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