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She was broken.
Negligence & betrayal,
had broken her delicate soul.
Eyes that once held so much light,
Were empty hollow holes.

The monster came at night,
And now her innocence has gone.
They filled her full of emptiness,
And made her feel it was her in the wrong!

She was afraid.
The pain and anger runs so deep.
Her fragile mind full of torment,
As she cries her self to sleep

As the night came in,
Her anxiety slowly increases,
She cried bitterly in the dark,
Her heart was shattered into pieces.

She cried out!
But her anguish went on unheard.
The silence to her was deafening,
And time blew away all her words.

Frequent flashbacks haunted her,
And brought back her unforgotten fears.
She battled the pain inside her,
And brushed away all her tears.

She's my baby!
My job was to protect her,
From All that tried to harm.
To shield her from the malevolence.
To keep her safe within my arms.

It was too late.
And the harm cannot be undone.
I felt like such a failure.
As her saviour, defender and her mum.

She's forgiven me
And reassured me,
She said I am not the one to blame.
This offered me little comfort,
When I saw my daughter in pain.

I wanted to take away her suffering,
And kill those monsters dead!
Who hurt my beautiful daughter,
Or take her place instead.

But She's Stronger now
She's fighting her demons head on,
And winning hands down.
As The monster sits in solitary,
In a little cell downtown!

Nothing will stop her now,
She kept her head above high water.
And I'm so immensely proud.
Of Kerys my warrior daughter.

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My daughter Kerys has been through so much, and I failed to protect her, my baby I feel so much guilt, she is 18 but she is so broken but slowly getting better through love and support.
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I love the motion in this story

"To fly is to fall."

Thankyou so much xx

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the story is all too familiar, as I have seen it for myself, not only in the news and wherever, but in certain family situations. I grieve for those women that carry this through no fault of their own for many years. A good write, well done. ~ Geezer.

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