Salt on a Wound

Her name is Worthless.

That is what the World calls her –

That is what she calls herself –

Because that is all they both can see.

Her heart is lost in her childhood dreams

That died away with her ignorance

Of all the things that could have been

When the world told her

Of all the things that are.

The World leaves her

To waste away

Into its harsh, sweeping wind

And vengeful fire;

To never be touched,

To never be loved,

To never feel the company that the World strives for,

To always be the company the World is left with.

She is trapped

Like words on a page,

Not yet able to see

The blank spaces between the lines.

The World has only shown her

What is written on the page,

Not of the words she has yet to write.

Hope shines behind her,

But she does not turn to meet it

Because if she turns from the darkness of the World,

It will envelop her

And that is her greatest fear.