Not A Screw To Find

…

A child’s innocence can be ripped away

by anything or anyone.

Damaged by misuse of trust

you’re born with when you’re young.

This young girl was filled with trust,

like any other infant,

but soon she learned her faith was wronged.

Her life was ruined in an instant.

…

Abuse from one’s own father

can screw a child’s mind,

but once she hit adolescence,

there was not a screw to find.

“My screws aren’t loose, they’re completely lost”,

that’s what she used to say

until she realised there was truth in this –

then the hate grew every day.

Hate that burned her insides

for every day she had endured

that bastard’s sick and twisted hell.

Her mind would never be cured.

…

Even when it ended

she never felt the way she ought.

She felt nothing but bitterness

and desire for what she sought.

Revenge was all she wanted;

justice for that creep.

She hated him with all she had –

forgetting was for the weak.

…

He took with him her innocence

and things she could never save,

and when he died she went to see,

and spat on his sorry grave.

But when she tried to walk away

she just sat down and cried.

She saw, as long as she was bitter,

she was holding him inside.

So she didn’t stop the tears;

she let her feelings flow.

She released all her pain and hate

so she could let him go.