She must transform to conform
To the ideals of a normal girl
In the world and time we now live in today.
But who will care about the child, innocent inside?
The one who listens, the one who cares?
The one who takes on nature’s despairs,
The one who doesn’t hesitate to share,
And yet, she is hidden.
Disguised by a world of hurt,
A world of pain.
Pain achieved by those
Whom she had thought loved her.

But inside, the girl still lives.
Hidden inside the woman that is.
Barely breathing, yet she lives.
Deep inside, in the black abyss
Of what used to be a soul.
Mourning, but alive, though
Happiness and joy have died
By her side.
And she finally realizes
There’s nothing now.
Once upon a time, there was joy,
There was love, there was trust.
But now, there is naught.
Death to all positive brings forth
All negatives, and yet, the child
Has still survived.

Her heartbeat faint, she tries
To reach outward one last time,
Hoping she can help one in need.
Yet little does she know that she
Is in need herself.
Once upon a time,
She could stand on her own, but now,
The child must be helped.
Determined, she still tries.
The daughter of childhood must
Extend outward, if only for a day.

But who will help her?
Everyone is gone,
There’s no one to aid her wish
For survival.
There’s no happiness,
As was said before,
But she still desperately hopes
For one chance.

Her time has come,
Her time to live, her time to shine.
He has brought her forth,
Through the sadness, through the pain.
And she comes forth, she sees
The sprouts of love,
Tangled in the weeds of past pain and mistrust.
And yet, she sees her body’s hope
That maybe this one will be different.

But the child,
The daughter of her childhood,
Will not worry.
She will live, and play, and breathe.
Breathe in the oxygen of
Happiness that was discarded
By hurt so many years ago.
She will lay down in the grass
That meant so much to her
So many years ago.

And again, she can breathe.
She worries that this one will be the same,
And yet, she breathes in another day.
She hopes and prays,
While everyone tells her to just
Live for another day, and yet,
She must know now.

She has to know if pain and suffering
Will come to be her companions.
If her child inside will once again be locked away,
Hidden behind the shame,
Once held so dear.

She is afraid.

But she is happy,
And her child is smiling.
The child, once barely breathing,
Now smiles.
Even though she knows hurt might come again,
She still smiles, knowing that love might occur.
And so she lives.
Sighs in content with finally
Being free.

Free.