As she sits
In a cave
Blocked in by a wall of insecurity
A light hangs from the tall ceiling
It’s made of the lies she tells herself
But
The light is not very bright
For it is of hatred
And not many things can give off a little light
Let alone something like this
The cave walls have carvings and drawings on them
All incredible
But in between these beautiful creations are horrible comments and criticism
Not helpful criticism mind you
But awful, awful things
By one wall
There is a bed
It’s a beautiful bed
Made by all those who told her empty promises
And made her feel safe
Even if the feeling is not to be trusted
For these people
Have placed a pea under the incredible mattress
It’s the unsettling feeling that, maybe
Just maybe, these people are not trustworthy
That pea will stick with her the rest of her life
It might become smaller as the years go on
But that is unlikely
Soon shall a hole in that door way be dug
Dug by hope, love, anything good
But, it is not the feelings of these that dig her out
It is the many people who represent these things
They may not know her as well as they should
But the hope is still there
She has been rescued
But her journey is not over yet