The shadows of the distant past
skewer across the expression of her face.
Scars of passionate darkness
are reminded every turn she makes towards the light.
As small as she feels she calls out for help
silently hoping faith can over come the fear.
But the fear is strong and deep inside her bones
sinking ever deeper beyond comprehension.
Char coals and the fires of hate for oneself
are burning inside her sanctuary.
There are holes in her safety net
and no one speaks her language,
so the calls will never be heard.
And now as she feared in the end she drowned
in her own hatred left breathless
to die inside her own self worth.