innocently,
she stumbles into the unknown
confused-
she becomes undone
trying hard not to cry
hoping to just get by
one more day-
just- one more day

their words-
they tell her to run
she learns-
to make herself numb
without a drink
with just one blink
she can turn it off-
she's no longer soft

over time-
she digs a hiding place
her own secret space
to bury the sorrows
she forgot
but the sad sorrows
begin to rot
and slowly decay-
but never
really go away

then up
from the sadness
a tree begins to grow
that will slowly produce
the bitter fruit
of self abuse
each bite helps her to live a lie-
without it
she would surely die

sometimes- she climbs her tree
to get away
but it whispers-
of painful yesterdays
and twists the memories
to feel like injuries
will the aching go away?
maybe some day...

in her dreams-
a dancer
takes her by the hand
singing- "Precious one,
you are not ******-
to a life of misery
we will uproot
the sorrow tree
and you will be free,
completely free!"