nightmare's hope
whispers from a forgotten world
listen close
black and blue
bitter, tortured, tattered soul
shadow of a hard-fought war
in the dark
blood and tears
glimpses of a nightmare's hope
knife through her soul, knife in her hands
here she comes
sweet revenge
murder is her only way out
she'll run until she dies
Spoiler
My inspiration for this came from the story A Child Called It by Dave Pelzer, and also from the story of Teresa Knorr. Both of these remarkable stories of tragedy and triumph opened my eyes to how so very real child abuse is.*please like!* UPDATE: I realized that the picture wasn't showing and reattached it. It isn't visible in the post, however by clicking on the link you can see it. I'm a bit sad about this, as it was a great visual for the poem, but it's ok. (You could just put the two windwos side-by-side while reading, I suppose.
Thanks everyone for your helpful and supportive comments!
