The Father
By tahni
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The Father.
A piece was always missing from the puzzle,
Fear of the unknown prevented her search,
A picture sketched out of dreams
But in reality, the paper was blank.
He never came
And she never looked
The lost little girl, with only a torn rag for comfort.
Shame and rejection,
From a man that could not love her,
Abused and tormented
Punished for a crime she never knew existed,
A secret,
That got buried way deep in the sand,
It became a desert,
As deception danced barefoot,
It is your blood,
That somersaults through her porous veins,
Her septic scars lay open,
Inviting all the demons to feast upon,
Born into pain, why?
Because you could not look her in the face.
The fairytale imploded,
as the leg of the white horse severed,
The dream hangs in the faded black picture,
But now it hangs by a solitary thread.
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