The things that she's seen
when she was barely sixteen
From the moment she was taken
From womb to cage
A cry so loud
Veins that deserve rage
But softness grew within
Shallow world and gray walls
Cold bare feet
Being led down heartless halls
The pain was the nothing
The life of nothing lovely
So how did flowers grow so bright
In the soils of her heart
The strength was so intense
The fear was to the core
But the night she made a break
Heart ripped through space and time
From the time she tasted freedom
To the time she tasted death
Her only crime was loving
Punishing last breath
Washing the sin of trauma
Being the burden of men
showers in violaceous tears
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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