There is a hidden part of her nobody knows.
Too hard to bare.
A lost part of her. Left unspoken.
Stolen that day.
And now hidden away.
A freedom lost.
From the flaw in her past.
She’s unseen.
Unheard.
A world muted in fear.
Her silent battle.
Hidden. Unpsoken.
Unseen. Unheard.
Forced to re-shape.
Never quite fitting.
A secret untold.
Because he didn’t listen.
And I grieve.
For the girl that’s been lost and broken.
Hidden.
Now finding her voice.
Being seen.
And handled with care.
She’s here. She’s brave.
As I rediscover every part of her.
And that she, is me.