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child abuse (Photo credit: Southworth Sailor)

She’s worn this shameful brand from birth;

She’s marked to live without self-worth.

Her very innocence ill-used,

As she’s mistreated and abused.

The bruises bloom upon her arm –

Her body’s way to raise alarm.

A darkened circle forms her eye,

And forces her to tell a lie.

She’s doomed to walk the streets alone;

She’s broken nearly every bone.

She’s all but lost her confidence,

In sweet and gentle providence.

She feels she’s just a big mistake –

Her very grip on life’s at stake.

In silent, bitter, lonely hours,

The Devil known as Pain devours.

He slowly eats her life away;

He never lets her have her say.

She’s not deserving of this fate,

And yet she still must bear its weight.

She’s just a shadow passing by,

With none to hold her while she cries.

Her hope is fading, oh, so fast;

She prays she’ll disappear at last.

She’s lost and cares not to be found;

In chilling darkness she is bound.

She’s haunted by the thought of steel –

The lines of blood help her to feel.

Within her hand she clings to pills,

For now allowing pain its will.

For who will miss her when she’s gone?

Their lives will just continue on.

What twist of fate has brought her here?

What beckons her to death so near?

She’s learned at last not to hold dear,

As she’s all but consumed by fear.

Exactly what her future holds,

For now remains as yet untold.

She still may have a second chance;

She still has time for one last dance.

For try and try as he does might,

The Devil still has quite a fight.

There’s something that does hold her back,

From just succumbing to attack.

This must not be her only choice –

Will someone offer her their voice?

Her bitter fate is not yet sealed,

If she to love could learn to yield.

Is there a way to find the clout,

For her to silence all this doubt?

The battle lives another day –

With thoughts of her kneel down to pray.

No matter where you choose to turn,

With open eyes of her you’ll learn.

Will you give her the time of day,

Or will you up and walk away?

The streets are filled with all the lost –

Let’s bring them home at any cost.

Verse Of The Week:

38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[a] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. – Romans 8:38-39

What I’m Reading:

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum

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