There are secrets deep inside,
that she dares not to tell.
Many unseen tears she's cried,
like raindrops they've fell.
The little girl from the past cries,
of hurt and anguish from way back then.
Consealing the pain she tries,
to hide it over and over again.
Nobody knows but Him the pain inside,
that happened so many years ago.
Trying to find a way to confide,
wanting to release it and let it go.
No matter how hard she tries,
there's no release in sight.
Inside herself in pain she cries,
seeing no end to the endless fight.
Nobody knows but Him, 'cause she won't say,
how she hurts and is full of pain.
But she knows with God that someday,
there will be sunny days without the rain.
Yeah...Nobody knows...But Him...
I've been writing poetry since my early teens as it was the only way I could reveal my feelings back then. Back then I was abused in foster care.
I have a few more that I've written and you can read by visiting http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/lawrence1.html or just go to The Web Corner and search for Sheryl L. Lawrence. Enjoy. They are not the greatest but they tell a story of what I was feeling right then.