Heaven Is Her Home

The doors are shut and the curtains and blinds pulled. Inside the child stands tall. She's fighting a war on her own home front she's so small. A battle which she can't win. Her name is that of choice any name she answers too. Dumb, stupid and bad girl are the ones they scream at her. She sits sad, hurt and confused. She dare not tell a soul but she kneels and prayers Dear God can I come live in Heaven with you? There I know I am loved everyday by you, no more pain or beatings. Once in awhile you will find her hidden way back in the closet, with tears streaming down her head. No one sees them because she hides them well behind the mask of smiles. Her cloths are old, dirty and they stink. Kids, at school torment and bully her. They laugh and tell her she's nothing but trash, she stands numb. She closes her eyes and prayers I want to come to heaven. Days, weeks and months pass them by. Not one person asks or notices that she is no longer around. You see she decided to go on home to heaven. Written By: Rhonda Hero