I never raise a hand against you
yet you  cower

each day I reach out with love and affection
yet you cower

each day, one day closer
to your birthday

not the day you were brought into this world
the day you no longer see it as a threat

the deepest scars
borne of trauma and neglect lie deeper still

burdens buried deep in your heart
and in your mind

deeper still there is beauty
waiting to be discovered  

I wish I could make you forget
some hands are not to be trusted