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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

A flower in Winter

Withered like a flower in winter,
that part of me being splintered.
Beauty in life I no longer find,
buried in shattered parts of my mind.
Now life, has grown cold,
in what is left of my soul.
Where laughter and love should have been,
lives a pain I cannot mend.
Trust of a child was destroyed,
dreams of a girl, null and void.
From abuse, comes only pain,
stamped on a heart, again and again.
A spirit to be encouraged to grow,
beaten apart till it fell too low.
Body and mind totally trashed,
leaving trust completely smashed.
Hopes shattered 'til they were waste,
leaving a soul, with pieces misplaced.
Anger, resentment, pain and fear,
twisted a life that once was so dear.

posted by broomhilda at|11:26 AM|

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