The 25th Floor
Mommy, he hurt me
Somewhere deep inside
I felt her pain
But I couldn’t stop her tears
I searched for someone
Anyone who could make things right again
A friend who might help us
To overcome what has been done
To her, to me
And to all those involved in her life
We were reaching out for that lifeline
Dying within ourselves
No one was there
And no one ever came
(The 25th Floor = my age at the time, of this revelation)
Copyright © Anna M Shepard | Year Posted 2018
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