She has no face...that little one
But in my mind I can see her so clearly
The wide eyes that plead with "him"...with God...with anyone
His words filled with bitterness and hate
Meant for "his" parents no doubt
But served to her on a bed of thorns
She has no voice...that little one
But I can hear her in my ears singing to herself and to the universe
A song of freedom and of someday....
"Go to your room!!! Go to your room!!!"
I hear it from the street as I walk by and I think
Yes...go to your room little one
Precious one that I cannot comfort tonight
Get into bed and cover yourself up
I will send you "my" song
And we will touch that sacred place together
Where all women who have been abused ascend to
That love that no one can take from us
The love that paints masterpieces, writes poetry and dances
Love that grows and spreads and creates more love
It is a long journey, but you are not alone
Because you cannot be separate from "us"
Your face, your voice and your tears
They are mine too
And I have made it there
I will wait for you....

~~ by Sharon Mazanowski