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Hiding in Plain Sight
Valorie Mall
She always pulled the covers over her head.
It was futile, she knew, but made a willing effort.
She must try to hide from what always came next.
Her mind was her ally taking her far away,
To places the darkness never could reach.
As long as she could remain unseen,
Then the treasure she guarded was sure to be safe.
Alone in a land of spirit and light,
She clung to her faith that help could arrive.
Her present unbearable,
Her future unknown,
Her body the war zone where battles were fought.
Compromising childish health ever more tenuous.
Pain was her constant reminder,
Of torturous touch and unspeakable invasion.
Sometimes she was helpless except to murmer, “Please”
Unworthy as she felt she was willing to try,
To fight back against dark chuckles,
And grasping horrid hands.
So she always pulled the covers over her head.
Bravely facing whatever came nexr,
A frightened child, barely breathing but never hopeless.