Left hurt this young woman,
a child within screaming but not a child inside growing.
Unspoken of to others, her torture and pain.
Crying, he think he's spared her the awful remains...
of an awkward, bonded goodbye.
Instead she's left,
left now to cry...
because he rushed her to leave, full from his smile,
a smile filled with a wicked high.
Revolted and without her clothes...
measures, never taken.
Eyes her up as mistaken, naked...
vulnerability and frailty.
A brain waking up to walk down the road and wonders if she'll trust a man again...
Will she start to cry and shake if a man closes his door?
Can she take looking in his eyes or will she look at the floor?
Like she did when she was screaming, when that child within was screaming...
They'll always be the uncertainty of stability.
Unsteady becomes life and the water that once nurtures, surrounds..
the waves could clash, around the water stilled,
she still thinks about that man and how his smile was filled,
filled with soulless signs to others unknown.
Only to know and forming a clear bright skied rainbow shown...
but if unable, a perfect storm is warming to roam.
Luna Malin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/left-hurt/
