claire831's Journal

As a child i would lay awake

wondering would it be a night of peace or dread

i would hold my teddy to my chest

oh so tight and pray

no one would come through that closed door

i was only a little girl 

my 6 birthday party

i remember oh so clear

already i felt there was no way to win.

still  wolud try and fight

with all my might.

brusied and wounded

how the hell did i make it

through another night

lying in darkness as quite

as a mouse

i would listen to every sound

and moan in the house

i prayed ans cried so many nights

for strength and to make

everything all alright

its to hard to remember a life 

without fear.

i would wonder the reason

why was i put here?

i would try to protect myself

to keep me safe

throughout the nights

i would look back

and remember a little girl

who's childhood was taken

away from here and now she's lost

they say that what don't kill you

makes you stronger  one day

god i sit and wait and pray

for that day to show

so i can say that i am strong again.

so i can leave this all behind

and start my life

all over again.