Lost Spark

A beautiful daughter born today,
To a family who kept too to themselves.
That night,
When she came into the world,
How could she have known,
Her love was too bright, too loyal, too affectionate for her family?
She grew and grew,
Her love slowly withering with each step in her life.
Her smile becoming dimmer with each remark they spit out.
The dullness crept in and she learned to see herself through their eyes.
She was just a money bag,
That was thrown after each time it became empty.
She was a pale, white statue,
That was ignored if it broke the tight mold it was in.
She was a criminal no matter what side she was on.
She was a pruned rose bush,
With only thorns to show.
Her speech,
Stifled.
Her dreams,
Crushed.
They never did learn though.
They never saw what their trial for her life did to her.
Insecurity filled her.
She didn’t know what people wanted from her.
She learned to trust no one, and love even less.
Every person that came into her life was after her.
And so she lived accordingly.
The love that was her birth,
Does not flicker anymore.
It lays in her heart,
A warm pool of wax with the candle burned out.
A beautiful daughter born today,
To a family who kept too to themselves,
That night,
When she came into the world,
How could she have known,
Her love was too bright, too loyal, too affectionate for her family?