Her Story

I pull myself out of the dark pit I've created in my head, Inside there is a hanging light and a tattered child's bed. The table is collapsing under the pressure of a girl who's only 5. She has long dirty blonde hair, a round face and sad eyes. Just past her furrowed brow is a pained look that still breaks my soul. I want to reach out and comfort her and pull her from this hole. Her cousin molested her and he told her not to tell.. So when people asked her what hurt.. She said that she fell. The courts said joint custody and placed her with her father, Who's alcoholic tendencies made him question his daughter.. He pulled over, Left her on the side of the highway with a slur, "stop crying or You won't go back with her!" I stayed silent. Just the beginning. Now at 9 years old a boy from school pushed her to the ground The teacher said "It's cause he likes you, don't worry, He'll come around" She found that boys who treated her badly must really love her dear, So when she turned 15 she let a guy push past her fears. He was 32 and she thought he really liked her, Enough for her to spread her legs, at the time it did excite her. At 17 she found a man who degraded her worth and hit her, He found his way to her heart and found with that he could keep her. So he kept her close, Limited her contact with the public kept her pinned to the wall & when questions came up he changed the subject She was damaged and he used it to his advantage without hesitation, Handed her a razor, introduced her to self mutilation. He went to prison and she dry heaved she had felt broken, Straight to the hospital where they told her they were certain She was expecting a Daughter of her own, Committing to herself that she would always be safe at home. Now she's 21 and she struggles with mental health and seperation But the man she's with now seems to be her salvation. She is safe. She is loved. She feels her family is complete. Never to crumble beneath a man, breaking in defeat.