I'm going to post one more of Meghans' poems. Keep in mind that her father is a psychotic abusive no good son of a bitch. She finally turned her back on him and replaced him with me.This poem comes from that abuse.

LITTLE GIRL by Meghan Roewer

I saw the eyes of an old woman
In the face of a child.
It was experienced and knew much
Though tender, pained and mild.

I saw the posture of a weakened woman
In a body that had known a sad childhood.
She carried herself with meaning..
Following orders without knowing if she should.

I saw the strength of a warrior
In a heart that knew only to survive.
It brought itself to face each day,
And yet, was barely alive.

I saw the spirit of an aged soldier
Inside the soul of a mere baby
It had fought many battles
Now, it was crying "save me".

I saw a little girl
Who had grown up too fast.
She had already lived her life
Though she barely had a past.

I saw all this,
And it broke my heart to see.
And then, I looked a little closer
And saw that little girl was me.