Stolen Riches

She believes love to be an empty word with no filling.
Like a glass with no liquid, a room with no furniture or like a body with no life.
Childhood took what love she had and left her with anger and hatred.
It left her with a desire to survive and maybe a chance to flourish in a world that she has made fake.

Her worst fear is that when she finds love she will not recognize it or she might think it is fake and attempting to fool her the way a mirage fools the desert dweller who starves for water.

She started life innocent, just a small speck in a world too large, trying to learn the things a young girl needs to know as she grows older until one day someone she trusted and believed in and felt love for made a woman out of her much too early. Now the spot in her heart that once held love is hollow and supported by feelings of anger, mistrust and contempt.

Although men cling to her like wrapping paper to a Christmas present, when they get her to open up it is her, but not the her it should have been. Pretty for her is not a compliment but an alarm, love to her is not a word of riches but rather a memory of rags.

What once belonged to her and promised to a future unknown man was taken and replaced by what is left.........an attempt to survive!