Joanne Guillard
2 min readJan 5, 2022
Photo by Pradeep Charles on Unsplash

Darkness surrounds her

Sorrow consumed her

Grief was her blanket

Misery was plain to see

Searching for answers to questions that tortured her

Her mind was her battlefield

Every thought became a discovery

Breaking apart the mysteries

Finding the line to self-discovery

Emotions running rapidly

Never felt love

Unless forced upon

Started when she was so young

Life’s triggers sent her back in time

Too young to decide

Silent screams from the inside

Unfolding the truth from virtual reality

Became a helmet of sexual impurity

Every word whispered to her soul

Pretending not to care is how she stays alive

Late-night tears bring on more fears

Torn apart from empty promises

From Poetry is My Therapy: A Journey to Healing by Joanne Guillard



Joanne Guillard

I'm a Writer/Street Photographer, sharing my knowledge about the world around me through poetry and articles. My webstie