Poetry

Foolish Little Girl

“How foolish of me.
To think those beautiful dreams
would never come true.”

How foolish of me. To think of my luck compared to some of the people I wanted to call friends. To think I loved in a house and not an apartment or a trailer. How foolish of me. To think that having my own room was somehow a good thing. Because maybe, if I shared that room with my sibling, maybe they would have stopped it all from ever happening. Or, selfishly, I wouldn’t be the only one enduring that hell. How foolish of me. To think about all those what ifs, those unknowns, and those dreams I knew would never come true.

© Sarah Doughty

But I was just a little girl.
Who could blame me
for refusing to let him
break me completely?

Prompt: A Room Of One’s Own
hosted by the amazing Christine
at Brave And Reckless.

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