I was just a little girl of four,
When my daddy started coming to my door
He said his touch was a special treat,
For his girl innocent and sweet.
I learned to cry myself to sleep.
The pain I felt was far to deep.
The room felt oh so dark and cold.
Oh the damage to my soul.
I learned the rules and played the game.
My life would never be the same.
The hate I felt, I turned within.
This was all because of sin.
The walls I built turned my heart to stone.
No one could see I was all alone.
I never learned to laugh and play.
I only learned to run away.
Jesus looked down and saw my pain.
He wants to rid me of my shame.
He saw the beauty hidden within.
Jesus is putting me back together again.
I wrote this poem about one year ago and it seems like I'm healing more as time passes. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be a whole and happy person, but I believe it is becoming more of a reality each day. I watched my friends grow and heal and realize it takes time. It is great to know that I'm not a victim anymore and maybe I'm helping someone else too. Together we can make a difference.