In the depths of darkness, her story lies A survivor's tale, untold and despised Beneath the veil of familial love Lies the haunting truth, seldom spoken of A child with dreams, once innocent and bright Her world shattered, stolen from her sight Bound by blood, entangled in deceit A family's facade, disguising her defeat In a home that should have been her sanctuary She lived a life obscured by depravity Her innocence stolen, piece by piece As familial sex trafficking found its release Her mother once a pillar of strength Became her tormentor, a demon at length Her family , too weak to intervene Turned a blind eye, disregarding the unseen From shadowy corners, the world watched Witness to her agony, their innocence quashed Silent observers, prisoners of their kin Trapped in a cycle no one could rescind Daylight veiled the horrors that occurred Behind closed doors, her spirit truly stirred Her body a commodity, her worth diminished As her soul succumbed to the darkness, unfinished Yet within the depths of her desolate plight A flicker of hope emerged, burning bright A survivor's spirit, fierce and undeterred Rising above the pain she had incurred With quiet determination, she broke free From the chains that restrained her certainty Through sheer will and strength untold She reclaimed her life, a story yet unfold With every step forward, she redefined her worth Shattering the silence, giving voice to her birth In her words, the hidden narratives we unveil Exposing the darkness where many victims dwell For her story is not hers alone to bear But a reflection of society's despair To acknowledge her pain, we must confront The horrors that lurk, wounds we must confront So let us listen to the survivors' words Tell their stories, let their voices be heard In the untold tales of familial trafficking Lies an urgent call to action we must bring To dismantle the systems that perpetuate The exploitation of those we should protect And in their healing, we find our redemption A chance to mend our shattered perception For in the survivor's eyes, we see our reflection A reminder of humanity's imperfection May this poem serve as a beacon of light To unveil the hidden narratives, shining bright. -Dasha