The memories are vivid, they live within me,
That small child so frightened, of things she did see,
She sat on the stairway, sobbing for love,
But they could not hear her, for their shouts rose above.

Walked to school apprehensive, of what she may find,
And all of the anger, she was leaving behind.

She needed a hug, a comforting word,
A friend, a companion, a release from the hurt.
She sat in the corner, the kids ran so fast, they never consoled her,
But always dashed past.
She longed for attention, unconditional love,
Someone to, "please" help her, but not with hand shove.
She still screams for affection, and someone to hold,
But her past hurt her childhood, she grew bitter and bold.

I know inside the adult, the child lives within,
The hurt still remains, and the feelings of sin.
She could not make them stop, for her love's not enough,
Her sadness unveiled, was excused as just, "tough".

She had to keep secrets, she had to, "shut up",
She had no speech freedom, "you're sad, well that's just bad luck".

She mistrusted adults, she watched every move,
Be careful, you can't, no don't and disapprove.

She confused what life brings her, if anything at all,
But she'll struggle it's battles, and emerge through its wall.
She sits years ahead, torn inside and shaken,
She wanders why from her, her childhood was taken.

"Stand up little girl, and flourish, be brave",
"Yes your childhood was taken, but your heart I can save".
"I'll always be with you, my love thrives inside",
"You'll not hurt any longer, and your soul shall survive