Trapped
A cramped
Place.
Trapped, always
Walking but
Never moving.
Hands grasp,
Tear.
Pinning, hurting.
Darkness, trapped—
Fear.
How to get out?
Can you get out?
Struggles, tears,
Shame.
Hands, bodies
Pinned.
Fear, pain, struggles.
Trapped with
No way
Out.
Hidden Hell
A wall getting torn
Down.
Stone by stone,
Hands rip away.
Light pouring in
Through the cracks
To reveal a scared
Little girl
Who just wants
To heal
And feel safe.
Light piercing
Darkness…
No where to hide
Anymore.
Through Hell
Dawn always comes,
Or so I’ve heard.
I’ve doubted it…
For when you’re in
The midst of
Darkness,
It’s hard to see
Dawn approaching.
It’s the hard thing,
About traveling through
Hell,
You lose track of
Where you’ve been
And where
The End begins.
You don’t quite see
Until you’ve woken
In the woods
Yet again,
And healing
Begins.
Pain doesn’t leave,
And the scars
Will never be gone.
Yet scars will
Fade,
And scars are better
Than open wounds.
Scars are a testimony
Of Healing and
Life.
Scars add to you,
Though…
Hidden—
They cause you to look
No older than a
Child.
Revealed—
To look as
If you’ve lived
Through more than
Anyone could in
A lifetime.
Traveling through hell
Will not let you
Leave unscarred.
And going through
Purgatory
Will not let you
Leave unchanged.
Healing does that…
