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Sometimes I feel empty

And so full I could explode



I often wonder why things happen



And I feel so small

Like I am melting into the earth

I am a caged bird that has lost its will to sing



The world spins about my feet

And I am the mud puddle queen



The pain I have felt has scarred my soul

What kind of karmic lesson is this?



To be a daddy’s girl with no father but a pedophile instead



I need to have my feet planted somewhere

I need roots

I need branches



All touches intermingle with the ones my abusers have given me

The night, sleep has never been restful



I have a heart

They never did



My thoughts often spin so fast I can not grasp them

The whirlwind in my mind

The faces of me

The things I had to do to survive

The breaking the fractioning of Danielle



There is a safe place deep inside my head

A valley with mountains to the west

A lone tree surrounded by tall grasses and wildflowers

Children are laughing