Hope

That horrified child still feels that intensity,

Clouds of thoughts gather to disrupt her sanity,

The adult version has no words to console,

That little girl is still there, holding her shattered soul,

The journey which she covered holding those demonic hand,

Walking back was as if striving in muddy sand,

She went with innocence and purity,

But, she returned with a baggage full of turmoil and guilty,

She spoke more than usual that day,

And thus engraving a memory never to say,

It's now too long for her to hold,

That buried termination is yet to be rolled,

Her staring eyes have now learnt to read faces,

Her evolved silence now feels to people as lashes,

She now watches people with amusement as well as fear,

As she is still in search of a human who HEARS!