Ashamed of who she was
afraid to show who she is
sitting on the floor crying to herself
fingers digging into her sides
to stop the demons from taking over
as if the pain of holding on so tightly
will keep her safe, keep her here
rocking back and forth
she tries to slow her breathing
it'll pass over soon, she's stonger now
but it only takes a man's voice
as calming as a river
to take the fear away
to make the demons leave
and her fingers loosen
she can catch her breath again
the pain has gone away
Wow, this didn't really seem like a love poem at all. It seemed more dark. I could see the images of the girl rocking back and forth, that was really good. Keep up the good work.
