Flower in the Dark

Battered and bruised
locked in a cage
hollow eyes
listless
in pain.
Girls so young
they should run
dream of princes on white horses
swashbuckling captains
anyone who can save them from this hell.
Lanterns held aloft
victims seen
death found
gagging on the stench of rotting flesh
knowing you can never win.
For every one girl saved
watching her blossom
a lasting gift

ten more are taken

the cycle begun anew.

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom