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Look at me. What do you see? Do I look broken and battered and torn? Do you see the huge gaping holes in my heart? The places that darkness fills?
I was once a child. Full of innocence and mirth. Smiling and laughing and knowing no fear. That's all gone now. Wasted away. Taken from me in one single night.
It was not me you raped. It was not me you threw upon the table and violated. I huddled in the corner and I could only watch. And cry. Why couldn't it have been me? My sister was older. And wiser by far. She should have known. The "friends" weren't friends. Their intentions weren't pure. Why did we go? Why did we get into the truck? Why are they holding you down? Why are they ripping your clothes? Why are you screaming? Why are we here? Why wasn't it me? Why couldn't I stop them? Why didn't I DO something? Why? Why? Why? My life for one answer. Just one.
FLY AWAY
Fly away little one To days better than this Fly to a night where the fear doesn't come To a time where innocence is left intact Fly to a life where laughter and happiness vanquish the dark clouds
I wish this for you little one: I wish you the wings to fly I wish for your heart to be set free On wings of love and trust and all that was taken from you. I wish you life. I wish you happiness I wish you healing Fly away little one Take what is yours This is my wish for you
She came to him and whispered "I'm ready" He turned to her, eyes full of surprise. He loved her so and he didn't mind the waiting. Could this be the night that he often fantasized?
He knew the whole story. Of her past, her hurt, her shame. He didn't care about all that. He loved her just the same.
The wait was over he could have her at last. He reached for her and began to touch. Her body yielded and began to shake. They never thought they could want it so much.
She wanted this now, It was her choice this time. She submitted to him and shut out the pain. She put her past behind her and in doing so She knew she had much to gain.
He was so gentle and patient. He did everything right. She was glad for her choice. They made love through the night.
When it was done they held one another. They felt everything there was to feel. She turned to him slowly and said with a smile, "Thank you for helping me heal."
Sometimes late she comes my way A little girl just back from play. Living in her world of dreams where nothing is never as it seems. You cannot touch her though you try, You cannot hurt her, or make her cry. She lives for me and life she gives. She touches me deep, where the sadness lives. I want to protect, shield her from harm. Make her content, happy, and warm. Give to her, what to me they wouldn't give. I want to give HER life, I want her to live.
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