For the First Time
And then it came to light
As the dust finally settled,
That there was a girl.
Broken and afraid
As the world truly saw her face
For the First time
in Seven Years.
She was Sixteen Years old
But many Years wiser
As her hellish childhood made her.
She had built a shell
To protect herself,
And to keep herself whole,
Not letting anyone get too close
Observing the world around her
As her shell protected her from their words.
For the First time
In Seven Years
Did she let anyone close enough to tell,
Close enough to tell that what they saw
Was but a shell
A shell of the person she Once was
The person she Wanted to be
And Once they saw
The shell started to crumble down
Slowly gaining speed
And damn it all was she scared
When her shell started breaking
Her world changing
Bending
To make a new One
To shed light to the world
Around her as it truly is.
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Seven Years ago
I built a shell
To fend away the words
That lay waste to my peace of mind.
Seven Years of hiding had passed.
And One Year ago I met you.
A Seven Year strong shell
Started crumbling as you
Started to get closer
And closer
Until you were dangerously close
Close enough to see through
As it came to light,
As the dust finally settled,
That there was a girl,
Broken and afraid,
As the world truly saw her face,
For the First time
in Seven Years.
For the first time in Seven Years
I saw the light
No longer afraid for
There You stood
There to catch me if I fall.
You put a hand out
To help me stand.
So I stood up,
Carefully,
Cautiously,
And finally smiled again.
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