The Alphabet By: Ava Henrie

A is for anxiety, creeping in the night,

B is for bruises, hidden out of sight,

C is for the cuts, she tries to keep concealed,

a secret language, pain revealed.

D is for the doubt, that festers in her mind,

E is for escape, she struggles to find,

F is for the fear, that she’ll be found out,

G is for the guilt, that wraps her in doubt.

H is for the hurt, she hides behind a smile,

I is for isolation, she feels all the while,

J is for the jagged edges of her heart,

K is for the knife, a dark and twisted art.

L is for the loneliness, that never seems to fade,

M is for the memories, of every cut she’s made,

N is for the nights, she cries herself to sleep,

O is for the oceans, of tears she cannot keep.

P is for the pain, a constant, silent scream,

Q is for the quiet, where she’s lost in a dream,

R is for the regret, that haunts her every day,

S is for the scars, that will never go away.

T is for the truth, she’s too afraid to tell,

U is for the unseen, a personal ***,

V is for the voices, that tell her she’s to blame,

W is for the wounds, that whisper her shame.

X is for the marks, crisscrossed on her skin,

Y is for the yearning, for the strength within,

Z is for the zeal, to find a way to heal,

To learn a new alphabet, where love is real.