Dark in the corner of her room,
The girl sat, shattered,
Surrounded by fear and gloom,
Her silence spoke something.
Her eyes, teary and tired now,
Weeks ago, were full of joy,
Something had happened,
That incident was dark and vile,
Her body was abused,
Shred to pieces,
Their darkness had stabbed her soul,
The wounds were deep.
There she laid,
Alive yet dead,
Thrown away,
By those creatures.
Time had passed,
Days and weeks,
But it haunted her,
More everytime.
All of sudden, the silence was broken,
His brother came through the door,
He was just a boy,
But he looked as a man to her core.
He reached to the scared and scarred soul,
Carresing he said,
“Don't be afraid,
Sister, your body may not be same,
But your soul is still pure.
Don't let them kill your soul anymore,
They've already done enough,
Fly high and soar,
For you are my brave sparrow.”
And so, a girl was dead,
A woman was born.
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