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There inside,

inside my mind and my heart,

they sit-

shadows.



Shadows of the past,

shadows of the present.



~A little girl,

short black hair, big brown eyes,

craving only love.

Wanting so badly, oh so badly,

to hear the words, spoken to her.

But they could never be heard.

Not above the fighting, the crying,

or the stinging sounds of a smack,

upon tender flesh.

The shadows of abuse, wouldn't allow it

and kept the words at bay.



She sits in my shadows,

knees tucked to her quivering chin

and rocks,

back and forth, singing a childish song-

'Rock-A-Bye Baby...'



~There's a young girl,

shoulder length, black hair, vacant brown eyes,

craving only love and affection.

Wanting so badly, oh so badly,

to hear the words said to her.

Sweet sixteen...and never been loved.

And still, they are hard to hear,

even when he says it,

for she's doubtful anyone could mean it.

And the shadows of before,

won't allow her to believe.



She sits in my shadows,

unsure and wary,

rocking back and forth, singing a childish song,

'Rock-A-Bye Baby...'



~There's a young mother,

mid-length, black hair, teary brown eyes,

craving and longing the love.

Aching for what was lost to her.

Wanting so badly, oh so badly,

to hear the words from a tiny, soft voice-

'I love you, Mommy.'

But the shadows of loss,

block the words from her heart.



She sits in my shadows,

with empty arms,

weightless,

and rocks,

back and forth, singing a childish song,

'Rock-A-Bye Baby...'



~There's a woman,

waist-length, black hair, vacant brown eyes,

still craving love.

Still needy and helpless.

Wanting so badly, oh so badly,

to believe the words she does now hear.

But the shadows cast the disbelief of her worthiness,

build upon her insecurities

and smoother out the words, that deafen her soul.



She sits in my shadows,

feeling lonely and convinced,

that she's unlovable

and rocks, back and forth, singing a childish song,

'Rock-A-Bye Baby...'