When she talks about it,
it makes it real.
Her vulnerability,
is their's to steal.
It's what she fears,
forever and always.
So she speaks not a word,
she shies away.
In large group,
she feels their eyes.
Fixating on her,
calling on her lies.
They know that she,
is holding something back.
But she hasn't told them,
yet what it is she lacks.
She's scared, she's afraid,
what will they think.
As they stare at her,
she feels herself shrink.
The memories so tough,
she wanted to forget.
This isn't what she signed on for,
this isn't what she meant.
But once she starts,
she just can't stop.
She hands start to shake,
her cheeks get hott.
When she finishes her story,
she looks up with tears.
They put their arms around her,
comforting her fears.
They accept her for her,
past present and all.
Holding her up high,
comforting her when she falls.
These people are members,
of the House of Shalom.
With open hearts and arms,
this place is home.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 11:46 AM UTC
When she talks about it,
it makes it real.
Her vulnerability,
is their's to steal.
It's what she fears,
forever and always.
So she speaks not a word,
she shies away.
In large group,
she feels their eyes.
Fixating on her,
calling on her lies.
They know that she,
is holding something back.
But she hasn't told them,
yet what it is she lacks.
She's scared, she's afraid,
what will they think.
As they stare at her,
she feels herself shrink.
The memories so tough,
she wanted to forget.
This isn't what she signed on for,
this isn't what she meant.
But once she starts,
she just can't stop.
She hands start to shake,
her cheeks get hott.
When she finishes her story,
she looks up with tears.
They put their arms around her,
comforting her fears.
They accept her for her,
past present and all.
Holding her up high,
comforting her when she falls.
These people are members,
of the House of Shalom.
With open hearts and arms,
this place is home.
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