Finding refuge in the midst of loud voices,
She couldn’t fit herself in the corner.
A little, fragile child, screaming quietly
In the rhythm of loud fears and worries.
Her eyes welled with tears,
Unable to comprehend the chaos around her.
Suddenly, it all shattered—
The stronghold, her hopes, her dreams.
Until she found a pen and a paper,
And began to pour out her heart.
One by one, she peeled away the pain.
A man said to her,
“I’m here, my daughter, there’s nothing to fear.
I’ll sit beside you until you heal from the pain.
I will never leave you nor forsake you.
Go on, you’ll be freed from the fears that haunt you.
You are safe here, you are safe with me.”
She was seen, she was heard, she was known.
Finally, someone out there sat beside her
—Brushed her hair, tapped her shoulders, and listened.
Day by day,
She returned to her haven,
Words tumbling out,
And slowly, as she gazed through the old poems in her cupboard,
Faith began to rise, as if it could overpower all the laments within her.
He sits well with her.
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