Poem -

Just a Girl

Just a girl in a room, sitting on the floor,

I can see her in this window, but I see no door

Crying her song of anguish, of this unspeakable pain,

Has every intention never to feel it again

I rock, I tremble, my life is at cost

All I know is this shell, for it's myself...my core...my all I have lost

From the start I new this fight could only last so long,

I aimed to defeat it, striving to remain strong

Each day in and day out, facing the demon, fighting the doubt

At a moment with no warning, without any clue

I was losing my strength...my energy...all the will I once knew

For now, my all is lost, my memories are faint,

There is no pretty picture left for me to paint

This girl on the floor, in this empty room

Was this girl condemned for a life of doom

My tears disappeared, like they'd never been there

Dried up with my soul, the time is clear

Wanting to shake her, make her open her eyes

To show some hope, the blue is still in the skies

Then, out of nowhere, I found the door

I wanted to save the girl on the floor

As I neared and inched to her close

She wasn't that girl, what I saw was a ghost

As I turned to walk out, stopped by a noise

I heard the laughter of girls and of boys

With that came a voice of peace and of grace

She told me, she's happy, no-more demon for her to face

I am calmed, I'm reassured, I'm no longer in pain

She was the broken me, but now I am strong again

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