Debra Reay
Nov 13, 2021

The Crestfallen

She wanders broken

Chaos to rid

Yet her mind lost

So she hides her face

Concealing her sadness

From the scars on her being

To her eyes, red and swollen

Stuck in a time warp

A place and a time

Where memories exist

In a darkened alley

She is left touched, yet untouched

Her inner screams stuck

Unable to leave her lips

All she can do is wait

Photo Credit:Samuel Ryde Unsplash

Crestfallen

There were times I attempted to run away, to hide but being so young ~ made it harder to stay hidden!

Runaway

A time I did run away, or should I say.. attempted to run. I was brought home by the police, a short time later.

That day I was beaten, this was a consequence of my actions.

Debra Reay
Debra Reay

Written by Debra Reay

Writer, Poet and survivor of childhood abuse! Author of poem's~A Child Unloved, Soul Destroyed and more recently, The little girl in yellow bows.

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