Part One

Glancing back
catching a glimpse of a towheaded child
struggling to contain her tears,
for none are there to help her.
Standing tall and strong
ignoring the pain she found
her hurts mirrored by all.
She is not special
no one notices the small ghost
moving through the crowds.
Unseen.
Unwanted
Unloved.
Scars etched with acid on her soul.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
January 12/18