Lesbian Poetry

Her Pain

Very young her life
was full of sadness,
tears that needed someone
to help dry them up.

At home she felt distrustful
fearful and worthless.
Her attempts to gain approval
only made for more trauma and despair.

Her mother was cruel and brutal,
expecting perfection from her little victim.
She was emotionally hurting, too,
but falsely believed taking drastic measures
would reveal her trauma.

Years passed and the abuse worsened-
screams and cries for help traveled through the walls.
Scars left from heavy blows,
tears fell harder,
anger and resentment slowly added
to her victims eyes.

Her victim grew up,
not one trace of self-esteem left,
she treats herself the way
her mom treated her.

If only someone would show her
how wonderful and gracious she is,
she would grow into the person
her mother didn't want to see.
She would surly blossom.