Forgotten

She lived this life a thousand times 

in heart, in dreams, in whispered rhymes

and still it turned the same

she had herself to blame.

She chose to love beyond the hate

to rise above that faultless state

a child can't time their birth

parents dictate their worth.

But as she heard the silence scream 

in shatters of each heartfelt dream

the shards had cut too deep

all she could do was weep

Weep for the girl who had no chance

who stepped into the rain to dance

and let her anguish flow

pretending not to know. 

Pretending not to feel the sting

of words and deeds that ripped through skin

where hope would learn to die

behind each well-kept lie.

She carried it without desire, 

that sword forged in her hellish fire

where childhood should have shone

she bore her pain alone.

But blow by blow she lost the fight

and on her knees one weary night

she crumbled by the road

15 years her load.

Her scream was meant to still her heart 

that thing that they had tourn apart

she lost her will to breathe

unwanted like the weed.

Yes, she lived that life a thousand times 

in heart, in dreams, in whispered rhymes

and still it turned the same...

you'd think they'd feel some shame,

no-one recalled her name.

KEC

aka DV

12/9/2025

Honestly, I prefer this ending...

Yes, she lived that life a thousand times 

in heart, in dreams, in whispered rhymes

and still it turned the same...

you'd think they'd feel some shame,

but God knows all their names.

So why didn't I use it you ask, because it was not my original thought and though I often change and revise my poems I felt it was important to leave this one as is. It's okay to laugh about pain sometimes but sometimes laughter just isn't the best medicine. 

Be well world and please, be good to each other.

KEC

aka DV

12/9/2025