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Then and Now
Contributed by
Ciera1423
on
Monday, 2nd January 2012 @ 10:18:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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THEN
She hides in the dark, alone in bed
I need to keep my thoughts in my head.
Shes a little girl, age barely four
Im afraid of whats behind the door.
She covers her ears, to block the shouts
Am I the one theyre fighting about?
She tries to be good, but cant fit their mold
Ive done my best to do as Im told.
She stays real quiet, hears a glass break
I hope they dont find out Im awake.
Shes a cute girl, her mother masks well
I dont want to have to hear them yell
She hears a loud noise, begins to sway
Why doesnt mommy make him go away?
She had no father, he was long gone
I think the clock says its nearly dawn
She listens closely, the door slams shut
Somethings wrong, I feel it in my gut.
Shes scared to move, she lies very still
Mommys gonna cry, I know she will.
She stares at the wall, listening for noise
All I hear are a few neighbor boys.
She lies there for what seems like forever
This feels like the longest night ever.
She hears a siren and sees something bright
Whats going on? Are those flashing lights?
She sits up in bed when she hears them knock
Why are they knocking at 6 oclock?
She is alarmed when she hears them break in
Too many scary things to take in!
She is scared, doesnt know what to do
She stares at her door as a man comes through
He sees her there and he nearly cries
In her terror, she covers her eyes.
He says softly Im here to help you
He spreads his arms for her to climb into
She lets him hold her close to his chest
She tries to speak but her voice is stressed
He holds back tears, says Itll be okay
He tells her hell find her a place to stay
She doesnt understand why hes there
He tries so hard to show her he cares
He says to her Darling close your eyes
He begins to carry her outside
Before they make it out the front door
She sees her mother lying on the floor
She cant help but scream, her mom is dead
His heart breaks, there is nothing to be said.
He hands her to the woman medic
Hoping shed be the most empathetic
Nothing they did to try to calm her down
Could keep her screams from being heard around town
NOW
That was her story from so long ago
Despite the time, she never quite let go
Although the impact was still lifelong
She took what life gave her and grew strong
Now its her mission to help girls like her
To get through whatever may occur
She listens to the girls talk or sob
But youll never hear her call it a job
Its her purpose, her reason to live
She wishes to give all she can give
Shes taken her story, sad as can be
And found a way to make it her key
Shes made it her tool to help those in need
And gently teaches them how to proceed
That was her story from so long ago
But that was not the end of her show
I hope you can see, that this shows how
The past cant stop you from living now
Copyright ©
Ciera1423
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2012-01-02 22:18:21]
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