i don't necessarily like the flow of this poem.
but it means something to me, that's why i posted it.


damaged, fragile, insecure.



fragile and insecure she lay
moments blurring into days
her eyes so bright and lacking hope
innocence and childhood ripped away
one moment, one experience
that she will never shake

her story seems like one of hundreds
and one you may not know
but look into her soul and see
the little girl she can never be.

damaged,
fragile,
insecure,

her life, her story.
shes just...
another.



Poetry by Caoimhe Murphy
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Written on 2008-03-30 at 11:32

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Il ike the raw power of this poem and the starkness makes it stand out i book mark this simply for the raw truth in it rgds Mike
2008-03-30