The Uprooted Girl

Egypt is where she was once a tormented slave, Many nights she was beaten into a cold grave, She would lay for hours in the abyss, Where she bled from her heart down to her wrist, Tragically she’d question if there was more to life than this, And if it was all over would she even be missed, Then, One night after sobbing, with tears of her own blood, While marinating her body in murky, soiled mud, A delicate hand shielded with light, Reached down and grabbed her with exceptional might, A force that was brilliant dazzled this young girl, As she opened her eyes she witnessed an incredible swirl, That suddenly spiraled up into the gloomy night sky, Leaving her questioning if what she saw was a lie, She looked down at her wounds they were suddenly healed, Then, found herself kneeling in a flourishing field, "Plucked out of jail," She vibrantly hailed, “Miracles are real Love is all I can feel.” By: Sabina Nicole