Every night is still the same,
a shadow comes and calls my name.
I need to face the hurt inside,
but the child within runs to hide.
How do I bring this child back out,
and make her cry,and scream, and shout?
She has to surface,be brave and strong,
so I can tell her the shadow is gone.
But what would it be like I ask,
to be awoken from the past?
Would she see things more clearly then
or to the past eternally pinned?
Copyright © michelle mckinney | Year Posted 2013