Growing Up

Here I am again
Where I do not want to be
Home
I see a small child
Standing in the doorway
Her eyes are sad
Her body tired
Of feeling fear
Of hearing pain
Her angelic face
Has lost the look of innocence
She stands
Slightly engulfed by the shadows
Like they are pulling her back
She holds no expression
She just stares
Flashes before her
Screaming
Anger ripping at her clothes
Hands at her neck
Constant pictures before her
Motionless
She watches them
As if there was a window
But it is a mirror
The long hallway
Parallels against her narrow frame
She looks so rigid
So pale
So beautiful
I wish I could save her
But she is too far back
Her dreams have all been mislead
Her hope forgotten
It is too late to tell her
It is o.k.
She cannot hear me anymore
She remains still
Like my memories
Clinging to the ground
Trapped in the shadows.