Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Escape

Lying still
Eyes shut tight
like shutters closed
and curtains drawn
across the windows to her soul

You pass on by
With a cursory glance
But cannot see
The pain

Her pain

Rejected
Abused
Abandoned
Humiliated
Frightened
Exhausted

So small a girl
All alone
in the dark



Now mouthing a silent prayer
while making her way slowly

Soundlessly

crawling across the cold, stone floor
of her broken heart and mind

Frantically feeling for
the door

The door to the wardrobe
The door that leads
to her escape

The door that leads
to HOPE


And with her last ounce of strength, she
ARISES!!

And victoriously steps through
the open doorway


Pushing her way
past the forest
of wooden coat hangers,
dark, stiff woolen coats
and cool, sleek furs

Amidst a hailstorm of moth balls
FINALLY FREE!!



Running towards the light of her Narnia

Searching for and
crying out to Aslan --

her salvation
her strength
her savior

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