Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2013
I remember the cold hands that I pushed away Remember the crying,
The self-loathing.
The water that scalded my hands
As I washed them over and over
Nothing was taken except my
Peace of mind
And self esteem
I'm fine,
But I don't trust,
And I won't love
Because in that instance
In those instances,
Family failed me.
And a little girl was exposed to the world.
Raegan Ballard
Written by
Raegan Ballard  Texas
(Texas)   
412
   Marley Jane, D and Emily Tyler
Please log in to view and add comments on poems