SEARING PAST

In shadows deep, where
innocence fades, a tale
untold, where darkness
pervades, I gather words,
with heavy heart, to shed
light on wounds, torn apart.

A child, so tender, age barely
attained the begin of the
double digit ensnared in a
world, where monsters begin,
A tragic dance, a cruel design,
Where purity shattered, by
hands malign.

Oh, the pain that lingers, those
memories of probing hands in
the erie, flashes of several heavy
hands holding down a body so
small, searing and raw, a soul
violated, gripped by shadows'
claw, yet amidst the anguish,
a spirit survives, seeking
solace, where hope oft derives.

In whispered echoes, secrets
tightly kept, a wounded heart,
in silence wept, but hear me
now, princess of war, you are
worthy dear child of yore, let
go of the fear, the hurt, your
voice, unbroken, forevermore.
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