i understand the wondrement
the questions asked of your scared self
why
i too have felt the unheard cries

shed in the deepest darkest pit
inside yourself
where the shadows are real and unseen
alive

writhing in agony
ignored denied blocked out a dream
horrible dream that was still a dream
not reality

was i a bad little girl did i deserve it
am i a terrible person should i deny it
should i even try to fight it
can i hyde it

what is real what is pain
do i deserve better
again always still asking
why

why did it happen to me
innocence stolen bought raped
was it sold to Satan for your soul
must it always be His

can i ever be good enough
strong enough
woman enough
proud enough

could i make a difference if i tried
plead with God until i died
continually cried draped in sackcloth
can i ever be good enough for Him

Don’t submit to the enemies lies
I believe God must hear every child’s cries
I don’t think I’ll ever understand all the “whys”
But don’t lay defeated
Stand up and arise
Give it a try
Let your spirit fly

11/11/1995

Posted on 07/22/2007
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