Life began being ripped away,
how that felt I can’t begin to say.
With no voice I lie and wait
Someone? Are you there? Touch is what I crave.
As a little girl touch was what I got.
I didn’t understand. It was painful and hot.
Teen years rolled around and I was locked away.
All I did was cry and pray.
I wanted to disappear in every way.
Everything has a price that must be paid.
She hated food and she hated life.
You did everything possible to make her your wife
You always promised you’d never hit her.
But oh those words were so strong and very bitter.
You cut her down and again she was little.
Take her fears and insecurities and made her very brittle.
She refused to leave and would not go.
All she was to you was a legal ho.
To substances she turned to dull her pain
Given the chance she’d do it again.
Many losses and now a new wife.
With two little boys and a new life.
The old life hangs on and the fears are great.
Everything about life she has learned to hate.
Friends and family she’s lost most but not all.
She’s somehow trapped again by four walls.
If they all knew what all it takes to live every day.
Forget the fact that she loves weed or that she’s gay.
Because of you A shattered psyche and a shell is all that is left.
She gets up every day wondering is this the day she will taste death?
By: Dana Landrum-Arnold