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I wrote this poem one day as I thought about sex trafficking – particulary in the USA. I tried to get across she is an American girl (blue eyes, blond hair) in a supposedly secure world. I tried to bring out that only true security and healing can come from the redeeming love of Jesus Christ.
Christine Little
I.
She was so young
Curly blond hair
Sparkling blue eyes
She laughed and sang
Danced and played
Daddy’s little girl
Mama’s whole world
A bird free to fly
A flower blooming
Protected and innocent
In the ways of a cruel world
II.
She failed to remember
How she came to be
In that small dark room
All she knew had disappeared
Lost in a nightmare
Filled with hellish men
Sold for perverse lust, hidden away
From the eyes of a blind world
Innocence lost, replaced with shame
Joy seemingly gone forever
Laughter now silent, replaced with tears
Used by sinful desires
Security shattered
III.
Her blue eyes have lost their sparkle
Her curly blond hair
Now lank and lusterless
Her voice now silent
Her body a shell
Her soul cold and empty
Forced to grow up
Much to soon
IV.
A light pierces
The darkness of her soul
A voice of hope
Speaks gentle words
She sees sunlight for the first time
in nearly twenty years
The walls she built for protection
Begin to crumble about her heart
And she finds strength
To love, breath and hope
Freed from the dark empty room
Saved from hellish men
V.
She finds her parents
Now aged with care and fear
Together they rejoce in her return
But still, in the dark of night
The cold dread returns, the numbness
Threaten to steal her again
Depression fills her soul
Remembering how they used her
Perverse desires robbed her of her life
Would she not be better were she dead?
Her life during daylight
Now filled with happiness
And yet in the darkness
Fear comes and brings
Dreams of hellish men
She will never forget
Her voice silent still
Still a shell, empty
She cannot find within herself
The strength to carry on
Past the pain and the hurt
She cannot reach beyond
The haunting dreams
VI.
A soft voice speaks
Meaningful words of comfort
A secure embrace envelopes her
Gentle eyes cry
His tears mingling with hers
As He tells her how much He loves her
More than anyone else can
And for the first time she is truly safe
Her voice now freed to sing again
Wrapped in a great love
Held by nail-pierced hands.
This is an amazing poem! you hit your goal spot on! I like how you portrayed that even though she was free before physically, she wasn’t free mentally, emotionally, or spiritually until she found Christ.
I pray for those who are trapped in this horrible life style, that an angel will bring them out, that Shared Hope will continue to have the means to rescue many more of them, and that they will find Jesus and find hope and strength and be delivered and healed from all the nightmares and heartaches and find out what God is calling them to do as they get healed and strengthened and helped and loved.
Marcia