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Title: The Phoenix.

If I could walk to the top of every mountain
And gaze upon every moonlit lake
To a peacefulness serenity and isolation from the pain
The pulling force of concrete bricks with a narrow centre of gravity

Leaning like a threatening hawk watching over his pray
Fear, anxiety, shame to who or what may cause it
Their insecurity shielded from public scrutiny
All self-despisement vanished but only for a moment

When placed upon a face picked out from the crowd
Her eyes hold the key to the past
Indications of previous abuse lingered
In sad sky blue shades
Frequently filled with secret pain filled tears

Absorbed by the skin once sliced with blades
To let the badness out
There was a time when being bubbly came naturally
From within, and popularity was one of the perks

Of a quiet confidence that soothed
The pounding pulses of many pursuing admirers
But her broken smile captured by Da Vinci
Tells a harrowing tale

That beyond the poised exterior
Lies a little girl internally bleeding
From someone no one ever really knew
Deeply disturbed, and plotting future attacks
A distraction from her parent’s disappointment

She was never good enough
Perfection was expected by the happy couple
But behind closed doors
The silver spoon fed baby blocked out the noise

When violence reared his ugly head
Her well-respected father took out the stresses of his office job
Her mother beaten to a pulp informs inquisitive neighbours
About her third fall down the stairs in a month

Caused by her supposed sleepwalking
She lies in bed cold and stiff
With no good night kiss or bed bug warning
Shaken suddenly by vibrations of the slamming door

Her mothers fear seeps through the crack in the wall
As the monster returns in an intoxicated bubble
Fragile it could burst at any moment
At the sound of anyone questioning his earlier actions

Who am I to stop this scared, unloved little girl
From releasing her own vented pain
Her unaccomplished dreams and high expectations
Amounted to nothing worth mentioning

Her obituary pre written by teachers at school
Could have done so much better if only she applied herself
The pain kept me down during the awkward stage
Bit like a phoenix I rose from the ashes

Stronger now than ever before
Motivated, passionate and capable of finding true love
A caring companion for the lucky
Who have felt so much pain

Once grabbed on to the certain eventuality
That was the big escape
Now an unsung hero
To all who are scalded and burned
By selfish children
Saddened by their own disgrace.