Clutched dandelion - so brilliant in the wind
three years old - robbed of innocence
A story unfolds in mind
scarred truth beyond a smile
pretty in brilliance
the meadows sway in sunlight
cameras never to capture this scene
Sacred silence lathers
screaming burns from the
couch
welt scars on her legs
tears forbidden, rage evolves
as bruises take their shape
Nothing more than normalcy broken
spirit screams
sleeping in fears of dreams
mid-day horror, blamed upon this child
broken
recollection
Fields of persuasion
representation amidst
caught mindset at three
to never be
I
am who?
