Shh baby girl, it'll be okay

On the cold wooden floor she lies,
Her small body trembling with fear,
Three nights before Christmas.

Her eyes clenched in terror,
As a rough hand moves down her body.
Her silent sobs cannot be heard.

With her mother in the next room,
A  4 year old girl's innocence is taken,
Just in time for Christmas.

Shh baby girl, it'll be okay

A 6 year old girl alone with a friend,
Locked in an old dark shed.
Unfamiliar touches cross her body again.

A friend whose touch in no longer kind,
One little girl who is trapped inside her mind.
Another set of sobs that are forever silenced.

A little girl who was discarded,
A broken toy.
This little girl was nothing but used.

Shh baby girl, it'll be okay

A young teen speaks the truth,
She sits in a chair
Before judgmental eyes.

She speaks of a man
From many years ago,
And of the friend she used to know.

The eyes just narrow tightly and scold,
It's the little girl's fault,
She should have yelled out.

These eyes don't care that the man was armed.
These eyes don't care that the girl was strong.

These eyes defend their son,
The one who is in jail for molesting his sister,
But as his cousin, *I don't count.

These eyes defend their daughter,
The one who was violated herself.
They said I was overreacting,
It is I who was the bad judge of character.

To this day, there is a little girl,
Trapped and trembling,
Scarred and scared.
Trapped forever inside her adult body.

*Shh baby girl, it'll be okay

On the front porch, she sat,
Day and night she tried to forget,
Love that lasted for only a bit,
Months she waited for a single kiss.

She had a type of face,
A face that belonged in victorian paintings,
Eyes filled with pride and strength,
It held so much courage yet so much pain.

Memories and thoughts graced her mind,
Like a broken record on hold; stuck in time.
They would gaze upon the constellations,
Her heart now a constellation of affliction.

Now as she looked above,
Tiny cluster of stars,
enveloping the vault of heaven.
A veil of broken glass, just like her existence.

As she gave the sky a fleeting glance,
One certain star gleamed through the dark,
And she knew it was the eyes of her lover,
Now fighting a war among the stars.

Before I was me, I was her.
Before you were you, you were him.
Before we were us we were nothing.

We've been here before.
Walked through the same door.
Never before meeting.

I knew you, the moment I met you.
I felt a connection, a tug of memories.
I knew I'd looked at those eyes before.

Soulmate gets overused,
but how do you explain the pain
when we part?

We've been together before.
Before we were us.
In the Here and Now.

We were then and past.
Soul mates.
Always and Before.