My Head Proudly Held High

The pain I suffered
At the hands of another
Is hidden deep
Inside me
And haunting
Not even knowing
What any of that means
8 year old me
Still as innocent as can be
Thrown into
An nightmare of a reality
One I could never
Have been ready for
But at this point
I guess I can find comfort
In the fact
That no matter
How very hard
They did try
They never could break me
As I write this
With my head held high

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Leo87's picture

i have read many of your

i have read many of your poems and i must say.. each one is amazing..

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Thank you!!

Thank you!!