I, Rose, Amongst thorns

There was this time
A little girl I knew
Her name didn’t matter
Or her words, too

Ignored from the start
Treated like a step child
A bad soiled mark

Inbred rejection breeding infection
Melting a mind of four
Into the heavens,
She wanted to walk through those doors

Beyond her gates of pain
Her daily distain
Her worrisome life; she began

She’s heard many stories
Walked the path of the ill
Prayed w/those who had killed
Wishing nothing more than good will

Naivety leaked out of her soul
Convictions, of hers, taking a new hold
Ripping away all fallacy once told

Born, yet; again…………..Old

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