Deeper

Tue, 06/18/2013 - 15:42 -- xShirah

She sits in class wondering, if people can read her troubled mind,
the look on her face shows nothing, a look, TRULY one of a kind.
She calls your name O Lord, her soul screams towards the heavens,
pain of the unimaginable kind writhes her body, as the Enemy attcks in sevens.
Her legs are crossed tightly, as excruciating pain turns her stomach around,
it hurts her to rock, to laugh, to cry, to scream, the pain is UNBEARABLE, but her lips mumble not a sound.
She sits there and stares right through you, her face showing no emotions,
tears come quickly and go just the same, as her body stiffens with no motion.
She's mentally dead, and physically drained, her emotions are exploding in her heart,
her smile is gone, her body is weak, as her tragic life tears her apart.
Every year her body goes through these pains of the rape, rememebering a soul once lost,
3 years to this month, her unborn unexpectantly joined Jesus on the cross.
Every year she bleeds heavily, her stomach contotrs, like it's happening for the first time,
her body twists and turns in pain, as her invisible tears assault her like a felony crime.
She goes "home" every day, incarcerated by four 8 x 12 walls,
with nowhere to escape, no one to scream to, nobody hears her dreary calls.
She's been in this situation on and off for 14 long, miserable years,
surviving through suicide, a fatherless home, and unimaginable pressure form her peers.
Violent murder stains her pretty, flawless hands, illicit sin cakes her heart black,
her father was never there for her, so she looks in the pit, for the love she desperately lacks.
Her heart was shattered to pieces, her confidence was utterly destroyed,
normality ceased to exist within her, her life completely deployed.
Lord she thirsts for YOU, draw her deeper in you, deep within,
CHANGE HER LORD, so she can live freely, and not exist in wicked sin.
Deeper Lord, she needs you, she's on the brink of emotional despair,
let her rest gently on your heart, and cast her burdens out there.
The room is spinning around her, as she remains completely still,
her physical pain is unimaginable, her emotions are so deep, they're completely unknown,
quiet and dead like a cemetry, she comes to school leveryday, her actual thoughts never known.
Her eyes are unusually deep wellls of life, her soul speaks deeper, than words will ever be able to express,
her battles are lost, her wars are always won, even though her fights are brutal and relentless.
Her spirit stands tall and proud, when her body wants to quit form the pain,
her light shines brightly in the fluorescence, as her invisible tears blend in her emotional rains.

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