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Young One

In my mind
There lives a child
Scared, trembling
Wounds still bleeding
Young one, I did not wish this fate on you

But the world is cruel
There is no safe place to hide
They will always find you

Young one, do not blame yourself
You did not cause this
Do not blame the world
For you’ll grow bitter 

No one will love a bitter soul
No one will love you with the hate in your heart
No one will love a scared little girl 
No one will love your heart of a caged animal

Do not bite the hand that feeds you
Even when the hand 
Smacks
Beats
Stabs 
you

Learn to forgive without understanding
Learn to trust blindly
Hide your wounds
Bind them tightly

When you get hurt
Do not weep 
You deserve this 
You trusted too much

Young one, do not speak
Of the things you’ve gone through
Others have it worse
No one wants to hear the pain of the weak

Young one,
Have you not learned?
Love is a fickle creature
They will whisper “I love you”
As they rip you
Apart

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Mike Bayles

Date: 6/3/2024 6:45:00 AM

I enjoyed this poem. I'm sure it will speak well to a young heart,

Beata Agustin

Date: 5/22/2024 1:55:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Karen Croft

Date: 5/21/2024 9:01:00 AM

Enjoyed reading your poem today. Love the line " No one wants to hear the pain of the week"

Tom Woody

Date: 5/20/2024 5:41:00 PM

Quite intense Liz. I hope this is a fiction write. Ugh! So many with bent childhoods