For Those Who Care
On a misty dawn of a summers morn,
A tiny new baby was quietly born.
She had all of her fingers and all of her toes,
There were no flaws at all, as far as that goes.
She learned all the things that little girls need.
She learned her math and she learned to read.
She played sweet music on her silver flute,
A better musician then others, to boot.
Her mother was happy; her father was glad,
They never knew she would grow up feeling sad.
But somewhere in the process of growing,
Something went wrong without anyone knowing.
When this little girl would climb into her bed,
She would start trembling, her heart full of dread.
Demons were leering and loud voices screamed,
Trampling all good thoughts this girl may have dreamed.
The girl was too young to reveal her own soul,
So she continued to struggle to reach her own goal.
She'd get up next morning; put a smile on her face,
Never telling a soul of her nightly disgrace.
The demons and voices met her at school one day,
It became impossible for this girl to play.
For it was a battle and she had to fight,
Just to remember the things that were right.
As into a woman this little girl grew,
She was playing a game that nobody knew.
She kept dodging and ducking and wanting to hide,
Playing war games with what was hiding inside.
One day she awoke feeling a horrible fear,
The voices that haunted her were very near.
She started to run, but there was no place to go,
The time had come now for all others to know.
The room was cold and the doors were locked,
She sits on a bed and she's totally blocked,
From a life that is known to the rest of you,
Forever being told what she must do.
What are the purposes and what are the schemes?
How did these things enter into her dreams?
She had all of her fingers and all of her toes.
Her life should have been as sweet as a rose.
Instead she struggles each day to get through,
With a burning desire to be normal like you.
As this story unfolded the truth was revealing,
For a sense of dignity I am appealing.
There are many others, who suffer like this,
Reach out and love them and give them a kiss.
Tell them you realize that you need to care,
Let them know that you'll always be there.
There is always a longing that lives in a heart,
Once a mind unexpectedly shatters apart.
I am that little girl that ran all through life,
This is the story of my personal strife.
(Dedicated to Mental Health Awareness)
by TLynn
Thank you so much, TLynn, for allowing me to share this poem with others. If you would like to read more of TLynn's poetry, please visit her at her place.
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