Like the floods from north
flowed the tears of thought
to cope with pain
was not what she was taught.
Innocent but brave, she stood tall
courage a plenty, her so small
everlasting perseverance
or would she fall?
Like a cold black night
her life coated with fright
not a sound nor a whisper
was in her sight.
Determined to change, her surrounds
form a solid foundation, as her grounds
as life crumbled around her
torment was all she found.
Like a discarded home
she was left on her own
her smile depleted
despair was all she'd know.
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