Stained Daisy

Twirling in her hand,
A single daisy brings smile to her face.
Its whiteness clenses her soul,
Keeping her at peace.

A gust of wind blows,
Thunder clouds formed above.
Lightning flashes by the distance,
Fear races up her soul,
Her innocent soul.
Unloved.
Disliked.
Hated.

Endless cries damage her tear glands,
Her eyes sore in pain.
But no pain could compare,
To the pain her heart had to endure.

Blood flows down her eyes,
Down to her cheeks,
And dripped on to the daisy.
As its white petals turns red,
Leaving its bright yellow polens,
Where she could turn to,
To smile,
And enlighten her life.  ¶ 10:29 PM