A Marine

As she puts on her military uniform, She's proud; proud to serve her country. Yet, there is a dark cloud of memory, Up the hill from home under an old oak tree. She can picture in her minds eye, The mans scarred ugly face. She feels hands of betrayal as she continues to cry, Such nasty oily hands touching her all over the place! She wants to fight; God knows she wants to fight, But shes young and so very frail. She can't sleep for worry he'll visit her at night, Like the bogeyman from hell! She eventually gets taken away from home, Rescued by a foster family in another town. There were times she felt utterly alone, But confidence and smiles replaced her frown! She grew up over coming insecurities, And becoming a beautiful woman so brave. She destroyed those emotional demonic entities, And buried them deep in her mental grave! Today, she is among the elite, She is an emotional, physical fighting machine. She no longer wears shackles on her feet, She knows no defeat; for she is A Marine!!! 2/9/2016