Yes, it is the soul that is battered
the soul that hoped
the soul that was abused
the soul that survived.
Scarred she remains, aged 10 for decades
in a white cotton frock
hoping for the wounds to heal
hopelessly hoping like a rock
to be helped
to be saved
to make the demons stop
for a world to protect, she craved
through the snickering.
though the insults.
through the invalidations.
through the cuts.
through the pushes.
through the assaults.
through the abuse.
through the gaslights.
little did she know
that no help was coming
because many have their child alive
and the others were the real demons in the hiding
stood like a rock.
hoping & believing that one day she will be saved.
This unshakeable faith across time through.
would YOU applaud or call her immature ?
Oh ! she doesn’t care.
applause/petty/strong/childish, whatever you name it.
All of that is external elder talk that she dismisses.
As she stands there, waiting to be protected yet.