The Childhood Project: Eleven

Drawing: Me Idea: Me Poem: Me

Aged eleven, she lost her pride.

Oh she just wants to hide,

Hide all the pain away,

Carry on the holiday.

Her tears are gold,

At least thats what she was told.

You are strong, so strong,

You must carry on.

Carry on the holiday.

Fairy lights,

Christmas tree,

Snowman reaching heights,

T'was fifteen past three.

Carrying a shield,

She thought she was safe.

He ripped it apart,

She lost her faith.

But carry on, carry on,

Carry on the holiday.

You are strong, so strong,

Just forget this day.

So sorry this was a day late! I worked until late yesterday night and couldn't post anything!

Thanks for reading! :)

~Mariann Waters *