Our Mirrors

seesaw creaks
in the distance
jungle gym twists
in the wind
little girls
hopscotching
into adulthood
with scars
deeper
than gauze bandages
can heal
the will of the spirit
stronger
than the destruction
set on
condemning
innocence to
hell on earth
demons he
placed in their
hearts
dwell still
ghosts of his wickedness
continue
to abuse the mind
in the night
they fight
with strength
with denial
they cry
as women
silent tears
for the
broken children
reflected
in our mirrors

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