Many moons ago on a crisp summer’s eve,
a young girl lost her sense of inner peace.
With some bitter indignation
& a thorough lack of arbitration,
She internalized the message
To just grit her teeth & bear it—
Costing this girl the gift of participation.  

By way of guilt or fear of retribution
Their attacker masquerades reform,
Seeking out superficial reconciliation.
The darkness of a soul lost to perdition
Is singed by an echoing torch, searching for
Truth as it dispels away any obfuscation.

Serpents that once tormented
The girl’s fragile psyche have become
The allies she never knew were there.
Repentance henceforth fomenting
Within the hearts of enemies
Whose hearts buckle beneath her stare.

Out of candor, let us admit that this peace is but a hollow precursor to a long awaited, swift justice—
One in which her heart soars free of pain
& the small are left to reflect in silence.