Voices

A Strange Poem

When I look inside myself, who do I see?

A frightened little girl stared back at me.

She listens to raised voices, harsh and cruel,

They scream at her; she is a fool.

Desperate to escape the noise,

She hides in her closet with her friends, her toys.

She sits in the dark huddled and scared.

Will ever the day come she does not fear?

Hours drag by the harsh voices die.

Slowly she emerges from her den.

The little girl somehow changed during her time away from them.

She grew inside and out.

She displayed her strength without a single doubt.

She vowed they would never hurt her again.

The time has come for her to win.

The little girl lay down on her bed,

Quietly contemplating the days ahead.

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