HIDDEN RED TEARS
As I sit and bleed on my paper of gray,
It falls on my journal almost every day.
Pain from a life threaded with tears
From the heart of a woman and child that feared
Every night as she lay alone in her bed,
Waiting for footsteps that she came to dread.
They carried her out, a child in the night,
Evil hearts captured her, she never could fight.
She was so tiny, now a woman growing old
Her heart was stolen, but never her soul.
Into the darkness with hands filled with claws
They tore her skin, now covered with flaws.
Scars from a childhood of torture and terror.
No one would help her, nobody cared.
But now she has turned from a child into me
And I’m no longer blinded; now I can see.
My flaws are my badges of courage quite red
They’ll shock you and make you turn your blind head.
I have a voice now and I am quite strong
And I will forever be singing this song.
I will walk through it, the pain and the years
Of a childhood so filled with my hidden, red tears
Word: Journal
(c) 2011
By carmurr
© 2011 carmurr
(All rights reserved)
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