They all Failed

Her trauma wrote what her future

Would present.

Poems written out of desperation

For someone to save her.

Atlas, no one heard her cries

In the darkness or at sunrise.

Fearing the wind would whisper

Her secrets to a stranger

Maybe then she would find a savior.

Years grew over her soul

Like a house full of bones.

Her inner sadness trapped inside

To never once show its eyeless mask.

Old enough to understand

What she suffered was more common

Than having a friend.

Long ago, she was i

And I was she.

Now I have come to sense

They all failed me.

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