I failed you
You were led to the shearing
one too many times
Innocence taken
broken and bereft of worth
Left without a voice
to speak pain into health
Left without eyes
to see a path of hope
Left without doors
to open an escape
Left without love
or any safe place
I failed you
But I’m here now
comforting the little girl
who grew into an adult
Allowing the little me
to cry and be free
I am not a silent poet 
Reblogged this on A Little Fire Leaping and commented:
Thank you, Reuben Woolley for publishing my poem in your magazine. You are doing incredible things, speaking out against abuse through the arts!
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