The Damaged Child, poetry written by Amina at Spillwords.com

The Damaged Child

The Damaged Child

written by: Amina

She cringes – darkness
She braces – the vulture
She tries her utmost, to stay alert, awake
To wade off danger

Slowly the world sleeps
Everything quietens
She too, dozes off
Into oblivion
To be awaken;
the creaking of the door,
the screech of the hinges,
the sound of the latch

She peeks, scared as hell
Scared to even look
To sense the dark shadow
Overbearing, foreboding

She moves as in sleep, to show she is awake
The shadow dashes
With time she relaxes
Succumbs to the overpowering sleep

To be awoken with the creepy feeling
Warning bells in her head
She moans, to be roughly silenced

All the while she has her eyes shut
To wade off the nightmare.

She wiggles her tiny little body
Ever so slowly for fear of retribution

Just a wee more sound – loud enough
enough to raise the sleeping bodies.
The shadow disappears into the darkness
To be repeated night after night
How many – unbeknown to her

At the break of dawn,
the shadow – just a nightmare
A living breathing nightmare

In her gut she knows it is real
In her mind she is not so sure
Many a times bracing to open up
To be shut down within

Speaking out – shunned
Speaking of such darkness
Sins for a girl child

What can she do?
She just braces her tiny heart
Praying silently, calling for a savior,
wishing for the never-ending, terrifying ‘nightmare’,

to STOP.

Amina

Amina

Amina is a Maldivian blogger and researcher interested in uplifting the society and creating harmony through words, prose & imagery.
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