Just a little girl
with no wishing;
No dreaming of being free.
Hurting so bad she can't feel a thing
until something starts reminding her
and it all comes flowing back.
Left always asking "Why me?"
Not caring what tomorrow will bring
since the pain is just a blur.
She’s waiting for the oncoming attack,
hoping she'll be quick enough to act.
Momma crying. Daddy yelling.
She's praying that it'll all go away.
Words go flying and so do items.
Her story goes on, forgotten.
Losing all sanity, all her family.
She's finding that Jesus
is as real as the struggle.