Broken Childhood Read Count : 38

Category : Poems

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She cowers inside her broken childhood,
Seeking a forgotten refuge.
She wears pain like the tiny freckle inside her finger;
Ever-present and familiar,
Yet indiscriminate and camouflaged.
The wounds inflicted by invisible hands
Pulsate furiously across her smooth skin;
Eventually fading into jagged scars
With their memory marring body, her soul.
The reflection in the mirror is no longer her,
But a sepulcher preserving an innocence lost too soon.


  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Beautiful writing on a sad situation With your beautiful written and sharing It may help you rebuild

    May 06, 2019

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