I found an old poem in a notebook, barely remember writing it.
There’s an ache that turns to anger,
The ache of a child ignored.
Fresh bitterness of rejection
Strikes an old resounding chord.
The indignance at the suggestion
That she isn’t worth the time
Awakens dull notes of
abandonment
Which in her heart still chime.
The question ‘Am I special?’
And a silent answer returned
Remind her of a teenager
Who painful lessons learned.
But these days, she’s found a Someone
Who takes her anger and her pain,
Who knows her wounds already
And how to heal her heart again.
Who heard each lie that she believed
And saw each lonely night,
Who steps up to battle beside her
So she’s not alone to fight.
Her father's love burns fiercely,
Angry that her heart has been attacked.
Angry that her heart has been attacked.
But against her pain he wins the victory,
And claims his daughter back.
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