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Cornered
She cowers in the corner
Arms wrapped around her head
to shield her from the vicious words
A frightened child who grew up
knowing only shame,and hate, and anger
Wounded constantly by those she loved
Untill at last she learned to hide,
her thoughts, her feelings, her very self.
So long ago now, but still present
For somewher deep inside
she still believes the words they said
Stupid, ugly, clumsy, worthless.
Branded a failure Time after time.
Somehow she learned to love, and trust
But not to love herself no matter how she tries
Her spirit is still cornered.
Held prisoner by memories she can't let go
Trapped by the parents she still holds inside.
This poem was written as part of the "corner" Colours Projects I undertook. View the project in the Colours Gallery.
