***If inside children are close, please read later.






She tries so hard to be quiet
And secretly screams inside
She doesn't move or draw attention
But runs the forest in her mind

She predicts the moods around her
In anticipation of what's to come
There is nowhere to retreat
Only in fantasy can she roam

She doesn't see that the imagination
that frees her in her child's dream
Is the same which paralyzes her
When mixed with cruel reality

The escape that she found to survive
Also bred and nurtured the fear of an untruth
How can we tell her that her saving grace
Was that which created terror for her too

How can we explain that the forests did not exist
That we still suffered even when she couldn't feel
How do we tell her that her hurt was abuse
But that maybe fear overshadowed what was real