Wounded Child
in a hidden cave of my heart crouches a little girl battered, scared she sits in fear
humiliation has taught her she is unworthy of love … success better to hide … to stay silent
a light shines at her feet a hand reaches out “come, it is safe” “come, you are loved”
hope grows … maybe … “can I really believe” “are you tricking me … again”
“come,” says the light a hand takes a small hand one step at a time out of the dark