Poem - The Flower

The Flower

Life was once good.

Fearless, secured and full of joy.

There was mommy, there was dad.

The house brimmed with laughter, joy and all that jazz.

Daddy said I was his little princess,

I was precious as a flower.

But all that was taken away from me.

Left in this world alone, from one foster home to another.

I grew wild, feral and full of anger,

But I was still innocent as a flower.

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This post is written for the word prompt Innocent at A Prompt Each Day.

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