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All grown up now. (5/7/04)
Long ago, seems more like yesterday
the child I once was
no longer can come out and play.
A little girl who enjoyed solitude
laid in a corner in a blanket of dust
in her eyes, dried tears turn to rust.
Her journey through life wasn’t going to be
easy from the start.
Full of broken pieces
fate would have her a broken girl
in a word that won’t cease to fall apart.
A girl who always would learn the hard way
had a woman’s eyes by thirteen.
Eyes that had seen too much for her age
life would have been perfect had she been just another naive child locked in a cage.
A child’s soul bruised by experiences she was not yet ready to see or need.
Barely a woman yet a she’d grown up so fast
left with nowhere to start over but to relive the past.
She tasted blood before she even knew
she’d outlive scars and bruises before
she ever grew.
it's sad to know so many feel this way. child abuse is out of control, i fear what it's doing to our population. it's seems though that some good is coming from it. this is a good piece. a few grammatical errors you should check on though. i only say so because it interrupts the flow.
MR
you express this piece in a way that makes you feel what you were feeling. You are an amazing writer and i hope you keep your talent.