To the girl...

To the girl who laughed so freely,
and the brilliance in her smile.
Who'd fight to win, somehow lose,
and giggle all the while.
To the girl who never faltered,
and danced despite the rain.
Who saw hope in tomorrow,
and with ease, shrugged off her pain.
To the girl who found the silver,
that rimmed each somber cloud.
Who faced her fears with fierce resolve,
so her children could be proud.
That girl who now sits silent,
who couldn't find her voice.
While others left her broken,
and claimed she had a choice.
To the girl who laid there crying,
her hands across her chest.
Who awake still sees her nightmares,
and asleep can find no rest.
To the girl whose womb is empty now,
and whose cheeks are stained with tears.
Who tries to walk alone through hell,
but is crippled by her fears.
To the girl who let them hurt her,
and for all she's had to take.
who thinks she's carved of stone now,
because there's no heart left to break.
To that girl and who she could have been -
I'm sorry.