a poem
As a little child would never know
what danger the heart faced
The translucent pain that would
find this life in a dreary mess.
Secrets hidden for generations and
lies consumption taken control
while other souls held at bay.
Buried would bitterness and a torn heart
lay beneath the pretense that show
Acwored and hesitant facing this world
questioning only what was feared,
everything
Grasping however the light some times seen
but only glimpses would they explain
Above the lies and hate hope would bring first fruits
and rest for the soul caught within the darkness
whose hue what tainted, (as) light.
Tattered hope will only sustain
but never bring release
A choice must be made,
face that witch is alone and dark
or forever run into its infinites (existence)
Not alone, will this darkness be challenge
For a friend would not only pass buy but stop!
To nurturer and teach the frightened and captive heart
By Elizabeth M
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