invisible child

i am astonished how all the jailed words, hoarded inside, were graciously invited to speak

no censoring the pent up feelings, the ugly afraid to let in light, ashamed

expecting stones, receiving what she wished, understanding

it took a stranger, holding her together, speaking

life into a barren soul, robbed, trampled

all she ever, asked, ignored

until, he, unafraid

finally saw

&answered.

Memoir Poetry

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