The Frightened Child
The bruises hidden from accusing eyes,
When self-esteem becomes a frightened child,
No one to hear the solitary cries.
The broken heart no longer calls the wild,
Instead, it stares with emotionless sight,
For love and passion have been left defiled.
A spirit wanders alone in the night,
Not daring to turn round and look behind,
But now is the time it must stand and fight.
With inner strength, bring vision to the blind,
To leave the broken promises and lies,
Thus taking back the heart, the soul and mind,
From bruises hidden by accusing eyes,
The tears have gone, replaced by joyful cries.
Form: Terza Rima Sonnet
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