that little girl, who cried herself to sleep,
keeping secrets hidden beneath those spoiled sheets.
that voiceless child with nowhere left to turn,
shivering in her silence trying to endure.
that unkempt girl in the back of Science class,
wishing last night’s episode would finally be the last.
that unseen girl in the corner of life’s stage,
strong enough to smile at you in her inner rage.
that willful teen who seeks her champion,
hoping soon to find it in some thing or in someone.
that hostile woman screaming in God’s face,
arms crossed in defiance “Where, Oh God your grace?”
That I Am He said who wept along with you,
whose heart was truly shattered by what I saw him do.
That I Am He said who longed to wrap you in my arms,
hold you here upon my breast safe from any harm.
That I Am He said the one who’s been here all along,
urging the voice within to speak up loud and strong!
That I Am He said who hopes that you will be,
the champion of that little girl and love her spirit free.
Copyright © Shelly Berkeley | Year Posted 2007
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