I see you in the corner there
cowering crouching crying
your head resting on the
arms that wrap around
your knees.
I feel you in the cage where
a shame and fear prison
suffocates breath and
silences laughter
from you.
I call to your soul and wake
that light eternal, one
invincible to cruelty
and untouchable
by darkness.
Your soul then rises from the
depths of abyss and fills
each pore of
loneliness
with love.
Rise, Child of Light.
[Note: One of the most popular entries to my mental health blog is an article on emotional abuse. Even though these wounded children have grown up to become adults and many appear to lead very successful lives, they still live with the pain of their wounds from long ago. This above was what I wish I could say to each of those wounded children. "Child of Light" is also a term used by a poem that my husband had written for me in 1997, which I pay homage to in this prose.]
