She holds her hand over the flame,
trying to tolerate the pain
behind her someone calls her name,
in their attempt to make her refrain
She blinks back her hot tears,
that she's held back for a thousand years
but it isn't the pain she fears
and not from the voice she hears
In her mind she is not there,
she's taken herself to somewhere,
that she can escape & not care
from the reality she cannot bear
running fast, she's broken free
of all those painful memories
like a horse out of the gate
she runs from her growing fate
as a child, she was abused
as a teen, she was confused
a little girl who was used
helped all that anger to fuse
into the girl whose name
is being called again & again
so many people are to blame
for hurting the girl who seeks the flame
When I write, I draw inspiration from the world around me.