Lost Girl.

The vulnerable girl I once was..

Growing up I spent years and years being abused,

It was far worse than a hidden bruise.

I was only a couple of years old when my innocence was stolen,

Replaced with vulnerability and a fear of the unknown.

Just a little girl lost and alone,

Crying because she knows she's not safe in her own home.

Scared to close her eyes and turn off the light,

Because she knows he always comes in the night.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Abuse is never forgotten. Always a wall of safety is needed. Your strong description led to honest ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Mistaken Angel]

You're welcome, thank you for your kind reviews! They give me more confidence.

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm glad and you are welcome.