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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