Traumatizing memories make uncomfortable days.
-Rocking in the corner...hoping that its just a phase.
The memories are full of overwhelming pain.
-Looking for something good to gain...
She looks at herself in a mirror.
glancing up and down... she hates her.
She hates her reflection.
It catches her in every direction.
She hates the way her scares stick
but glad the bruises go quick.
She hates how the cuts sting.
as she looks...she hears the phone ring.
She picks up the phone and her chin drops.
Her heart races, and her breathing stops.
...the small voice whispered in her ear....
Her body trembled with fear.
The voice told her it would only get worse.
She can only pray to get rid of his curse.
The voice was soft and full of worry.
She needed to leave--and she needed to hurry.
At night she kept with her...the phone.
And laid in a place where she could talk alone.
She was told of how and when to go.
She was told to be aware and to stay low.
When she left she given a place to go or to stay.
When would she make her move? Today was the day.
She took only what she couldn't live without.
She walked out the door...avoiding her fathers shout.
She ran as fast as her legs would take her....
Did she make it? She wasn't sure...
She rounded the corner...
---and there her rescuer stood.
The face was hidden underneath a dark hood.
She ran to the woman for an embrace.
Her mother hugged her close as tears streamed down her face.
Hyperventilating freedom overcomes the child...
...Both now allowed to run and be wild...
