What would make them do such a thing?
Not letting your innocence remain,
Now you struggle to maintain your sanity.
Pureness of love manipulated by one with such violent act of unfairness,
Unwelcomed memories playing in your head,
Though you’ve grown up,
Yet your body remains sensitive in places people often ignore.
Let not the stars in your eyes eclipse,
Let not your bright, warm smile turn in to a frown,
Find the strength within yourself to win,
Discover the strength in God to not just be the survivor of another day,
But make each day better.
Still young at heart,
Stuck at the age of innocence,
Patty-caking with the memories of old.
A struggle to transition,
A little girl in a woman’s body,
Not even a great career can hide these wounds.
But even in the midst of it all,
You were still preserved by God.
A fire can be rekindled with the spark of a flame can it not?
And can not the sun still shine after the piercing rain?
Doeth the rose cease to grow forever after being burned by the scorching heat?
Then like the rose,
You too will grow to become more beautiful than you have ever been.
In the center of your eyes I see a victor,
What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.
So lift your head up high and know,
In you, yet remain endless possibilities to be all things.
By Savaslas Lofton
c.2008
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