The child in the closet/a poem
The Child In The Closet
The Child in the Closet
She hides in the closet refusing to let go, hiding a secret pain that others never know.
So long ago in a bright flash of light, her innocence was taken on a rage filled night.
The blood, like tears, came flowing down, her shattered soul was never found.
In a hail of bullets, all was lost, two lives were taken, but she paid the cost.
Heartbreak and pain were her only keepsakes; she carries them each day, from the moment she wakes.
The child in the closet begs to be free, when I look in the mirror, she gazes back at me.