Brought up in a home
taught right from wrong,
a country girl feeling the need
to be on her own.
Found herself in the city
amongst others untaught you see,
and releasing all her wants
and finds herself in need.
Losing at high speed,
she tries all the drugs today.
Becoming treacherous within
her self made tint ,
yet shy often she displays.
Time passes and her troubled soul falls,
from all the play acting to fit in after all.
No one see's the silent tears
no one hears her scream,
yet her parents see it every day
the falling of her love it seems.
Their little girl so lost and afraid,
she lashes out to those who cares.
For she can't believe it's her own fault,
she refuses to be aware.
Often she never see's
her parents silent tears,
those where they see their daughter
so full of fear.
Eyes no longer ones of love
for hate now takes control,
it is the turning of an angel
often the day you let them go.
Losing at high speed,
she is lost can no longer find her way.
Hiding within her self made tint,
an angel displaced .
For an angel to find her way back home,
know it is never ever too late.
To admit to all you have done
and all of your mistakes.
There is no crime in falling
as long as you know the way,
to know you can pick yourself back up
and fly again one day.
Author notes
#4 Apathy squared
A contest entry
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I love the message of the poem. I think that in reality the basics of the story can apply to most of us even if the details are a little different from person to person. We all fall short in some form or fashion and the solution is still the same.
In the 4th stanza 2nd line, it appears that "cares" should be "care"
The message is strong and I like the way that it resolves itself into a possitive story at the end.
Thanks for your entry and best of luck in the contest
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The Prodigal Daughter
This poem resonnates so closely with the parable of the prodigal son. It is a profound lesson. When we stop banging our heads against the wall we then realise how nice that can be
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BEAUTIFUL!!!!
This is one fantastic write! One indeed must first learn to love themselves and to look deep inside and forgive themselves for all the wrong they have done. 
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a wonderul poem my friend good luck in the contest
maralisa
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This was unique, as well as hopeful and deeply moving. Of course, it is true, even though we may not be aware of it at the time, that these things happen, that it is never too late to pick ourselves back up and carry on. Spoken so truthfully. Good luck, hun.
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