The Storm

You never saw it coming the first time he came to your room He loved you it’s normal that’s what you assumed He smiled whispered words fell from his lips he was nice, enticing the fear was mesmerizing Not sure what to do, how to act, what to say you held your breath and let him have his way Every day you ask, “Why didn’t I say no, why didn’t I scream?” How could a kid know a nightmare could be someone’s dream? Every good and perfect gift comes from above you are the kind of person to be proud of you’ve survived, thrived, held your own, built a life yet your heart is seething It’s ok to boil over to have these feelings you are not to blame let go of the shame You didn’t ask for this burd-in step out from behind the cur-tin Let the overture start You’re the star of the show people are cheering you on from the back to the front row through glory and strife you’re an inspiration with each beat of your heart we grow in admiration Rehearsals are through it’s time to sing life’s song be yourself all the way freedom is where you belong --Act 1 The audience goes silent your eyes connect, turn away speaking of that little girl she’s gone so far astray You smile looking back reminds you of hugs, teddy bears, girly things life felt like flying with wings You were a princess, miniature royalty all of your actions, top priority Every day you ask, “Why did it happen, why did things have to change?” You’re room became a dungeon where life was rearranged. Laughing as tears begin to form in your eyes you thought you were treasured like a pint-size prize. Full of faith, free from harm, you felt safe then one day it all began everyone was your fr-end until that night that won’t end the time’s a mess you must confess you break into a cold sweat ‘cause what happened is what you can’t forget --Act 2 People say you’re strong you don’t feel that way He threw trust in the trash you’re sick, you’re not ok No one fulfills you maybe love’s just a scam but when people pull through you wonder, is it a sham? Are there green pastures? Can your soul be restored? If you don’t face the storm life won’t be its own reward. You knew it was coming It’s time for the final act in the eye of the storm the little girl stares back Feeling you were sold out mad at the man, your body that gave up, gave out Apart from God sparrows won’t even plunge to the ground even the hairs on your head are numbered He won’t let you fall down or be encumbered compassion exists for all that love you and for yourself, do this Run right to her side Put your armor aside stare into her eyes tell that girl that you love her