Big Little Strong Girl

it's okay... but it didn't start out that way from the time of your entry from the birth canal your clock of pain started to tick a ticking of mind pain seemingly never ending like a long winding road to hell marinated pain driven bone marrow deep, but no one could tell, 'cause you hid it well you were left on your own and alone having to fend for yourself; masquerading through life aimlessly, navigating through foggy haze like a lost hiker without a compass having to rely on common sense and Whispers of a loving Creator always on your right shoulder guiding you through the maze helping you get over the fence crossing one fence then another each climb taking you to higher plains with new horizons in your view and as your legs grew your aim did too it soon became time for you to take a rest but still today you're always on guard and when pain of old familiar rears its ugly head you get triggered; but rest my dear… I got us from here ... my inner child…