Tonight brought back the memories
that her soul so often hides,
In the darkest corners of her being
there are memories that make her cry.
People talk of breaking the silence
but silence was her safe place.
There she waited for better times
and she prayed for better days.
She was not afraid of the monsters
in her closet or under her bed.
It was the ones with familiar faces
and hands of steel she feared instead.
No dream could take her away from them
though she often dreamed she could fly.
Traveling to a sacred place she would go
to play with angels in the sky.
Dancing with them among blue flowers
in the grain covered fields above
with her fingers she touched heaven
and among the angels she was loved.
Beautiful poem. She gets to be invisible to the masses so only those who can appreciate her true beauty connect with her.
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