She is She
Lost. Little lost girl.
Invisible.
Not even microscopic!
Alone.
No one to see or hear her.
She speaks.
She feels.
She is she.
But yet...
STILL a little lost girl.
Suddenly, she's seen!
Heard for the first time.
Touched for the first time.
Unwilling and forced. Chained and restrained. Used and abused.
No more little lost girl.
Thrown away like trash, she's now little broken girl.
Just like a puzzle, she needs to be put back together.
Whole and human.
A person.
With the healing touches of others, she's...
Loved!
Healed!
Strong!
Unbreakable!
No longer will she be invisbile or alone.
No longer will she be silent or numb.
No longer will she be the little lost girl.
She speaks.
She feels.
She is she.
She is me.
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you were fragile, but not broken
you are still here , alive
you have a purpose of being the absolute best-just find it and show it
overcome the harships with love, faith, and hope
well said in this poem
