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Unable to process something new - an old one I wrote awhile back.

Where were you when …..

She slipped from under the play pen, to run from fears unknown.
She gathered her belongings to ramble far from home.
She fled in verbal silence, her heart beating outside her chest,
To escape the painful death of hearing another scream,
To run from the terrible nightmare, of another day time dream.
To hide out in the cold until the limbs no longer felt,
The battered body of the child, was visible to none.
The mind no longer felt the pain, so that is how it seemed,
The struggle of the soul was... unable to be seen.

I needed you …