She hides in hopes to hear silence.

No more screaming and yelling.

Hiding behind her bed under the covers in her child-like state of mind.

It's dark and quiet here in this place she no longer fears.

Still dreaming of fairytales, I see.

Beneath the old tree where mushrooms grow new and old with their stories yet untold.

She's heard enough from this modern world.

She's heard enough of your little quirrel.

Crying she is because all she can see are those certain images.

They replay in her mind. Wondering why.

Why she has to cry.

They remind her of those times.

For she never wanted this world to be so unkind.

She just wanted a so called normal life.

One she only dreams of the rain on the leaves.

Beautiful peace.

So quiet there other than the leaves and rain.

So cold yet fair.

She's still a bit sad for they know so.

Though she just can't get this thought to sway away of her golden mind.

For everyone faces the inevitable, she doesn't want to.

Hoping her life can go on forever.

She never wished to die at that time

She was just hoping for an escape from harsh reality.

So unkind to her.

She felt invisible.

At school, at work, no one heard.

But now the rain and forest comforts her, her and her newly shed tears.

Her newly found happiness she's never known until

The creatures so kind only to remind

the beautiful things in life come from the storms and the thorns.

You are not unlovable.

You are loved dearly so.

For even these things may have happened it shall make you a wise, brilliant and brave soul.

You are not naive, you know the warning signs.

That just means it's to keep you alive.

I know you feel every emotion yet none at all.

And it's hard.

But please child think back to this time

where the rain has shown for you are the exemplar beauty in pain.

Writers note: (I wasn't going to post this because I was not sure about it but I thought I may as well give it a try. )