What Might They Find There

What you might find inside my soul, is a story as yet untold. As a child, around two, I absorbed the tension from you. My princess Mother, my beauty queen. Beaten at the hands of a mean, drunken, stronger man. I help you as much as I can. A child of eight brushing your hair at night as you relaxed in your chair. My soul bleeding at your pain. Beause of us you did remain. At eighteen my soul is pure Open, giving, yours for sure. My first true love or so I thought. Until my heart and soul you dropped. Do onto others I did onto you. My husband, thinking you loved me too. But history repeats, my soul you beat with cold indifference and lack of heat. My heart and soul are one. Both damaged since time begun. Yet I cling to my soul's desire. Someone to set my heart on fire. 13/09/2016