A small child so innocent and trusting

falls into your arms, not aware of the lusting.

She looks at you with eyes alight,

not knowing the betrayal and lifelong blight

that your mind is planning.

 

This game you play of falling and catching,

building her trust, hugging, and laughing.

How was she to know you were a monster in a mask?

That her world would shatter, because of your past,

the cycle continues on damning.

 

Was it all a game? Did you not know

that your demons would eventually show?

They would attack her too, for the rest of her life

Do you even care of all of the strife

that you have inflicted?

 

You built the trust. You showed the love

You created the relationship, then soiled the dove.

Her wings were shiny, white, and new

but with your evil, you soaked her through

and gifted her a life restricted.

 

It’s not fair, but I have grown stronger

the wicked you gave me, I accept it no longer.

I am not that little girl anymore

I’ve won many battles, but I’m still fighting this war.

Freedom is mine now.

 

My wings may be tattered, my confidence tore

My flight may be slow and shaky, but I am learning to soar.

I have learned my faith is stronger than your demon

the wasteland you forged, became my Garden of Eden.

What enters, only I allow.

 

As my flight takes an upward turn,

I’ll tell my story and in return

I’ll share my growth with the misbegotten

and your name, mister, will be forgotten.