Once, my beauty glided among the wind and flowers,
possessing a peace noticed in multitude.
Then faintly, without a noise, my innocence was stolen,
wickedly torn from me.
Assurance and trust no longer in reach,
silent misery emerged within my twelve year old heart.
Blinded and shaken I buried pain deeper,
never sharing, I couldn't hold one ounce more.
Years drifted onward of seeing the face
of the one who made me afraid of loving embrace.
Yet still dying for emotion and precious emotion,
I live on enduring this pain.
Yet as I wait, my torn lace still unraveling like time,
it remains in the hands of my almighty divine.
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