A beautiful young girl
Her life snatched back
from the dark scars on her wrists
Time changed the moments she has now
Remembering family, a son
Now she is held by foolish hands
That cannot understand
Her longing to go back to the right time
Pretty lace cannot hide the dark moments here
They hurt like marbles on cobbled stone
They echo of home, each echoed sound
A sharp remembered pain
She knows only one way to stop the echoes
She must go back…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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