Echoes across time
Have dimmed
But can still be heard
Twelve years removed
Dishonesty, humiliation
Still cuts to the heart of me
Renewed with every glance
From a well-meaning man
You did not have me long,
A tenuous grasp, at best,
Yet even pale scars
Prove the surface has been broken
A young girl’s insecurities
Born in one night
A grown woman’s fears
Bourne for twelve years
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