A Frightened Little Girl

I see in my minds' eye, a frightened, 

little girl; 

she lingers in my memories, and

dwells within my world.

I am able to hear her thoughts, 

and I know just how she feels; 

and even if no one can see her, 

to me she is very real.

I've shared in the tears she's cried, 

from the abuse we both endured; 

yet we are separate people, living

in our own little world.

She comes to me each night, when

my heart begins to race; 

from the fear that filled my childhood, 

and she gives me a warm embrace.

'It will be alright', she softly

whispers in my ear; 

'They are all gone now, so you have

nothing to fear'.

Yet even though I know this, the

fear returns at my bedtime; 

it taunts me as if it were saying, 

'You'll never feel safe at night'.