As a child she spoke little if ever
until the age of five
finding comfort in the deep silence
that she wove tightly around herself
The little girl reached out
Not for an others arms
Content to sit beneath a table
Or in some tiny corner
Where none could find her
But she listened to every sound
Every word which assaulted her tender ears
She had heard them
Every day every night
And she knew
She knew she wanted no part of it
Shadows were her playmates
Darkness her best friend
For darkness hid her well
When discovered her large gray eyes
Would close in fear
Her little body trembled
But not a word would she utter
Just a tiny moan broke free from her
Then silence
Silence until it would start again
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