On the Wings of Freedom

In the darkest lonely place
shivering in the cold
A young girl hid in silence,
too beautiful to behold ~
Her eyes were masked in terror
while she could only see
The hopelessness she only knew
and the longing to be free.

She does not see her beauty
she only sees the pain
And lives within the memory where
her darkest times remain ~
Tears fall softly to the floor
as the fear from deep within
Envelop her in the silence
of the whispers of the wind.

The slightest touch or friendly hug
rekindles her greatest fears
As she recoils inside herself
where she sheds her silent tears ~
She hides within her loneliness
the only way she knows
While outside she smiles to mask the fear
she never wants to show.

The deepest scars of her life
inflicted with such pain
Of the betrayal that prevents her
from being whole again ~
The trust that once was broken
can it ever be repaired?
To free her from the darkest hours
of her silent despair.

Her tears she sheds of the abuse
and its painful memory
Living locked within the walls
crying to be free ~
The hope that soon she will grow
and spread out her broken wings
To fly above the deepest pain
that tears from deep within.

As she puts her past behind her
she will come to face her fears
To rise above her brokenness
of her wasted years ~
In coming out of the shadows,
she'll no longer need to hide
In the deepest darkest corners
of the part of her that died.

So on her wings of freedom
she will come to know
That flying above her memories meant
she needed to let go ~
With her painful past behind her
and those memories from within
To have the faith that she will rise
upon her mounted wings.

The inner peace she hopes to find
on the wings of love
That fills her soul with the desires
and all she has dreamed of ~
To know the beauty she beholds
and spirit of tranquility
For one day she will truly fly
beyond her memories.

© Christina
14th May, 2001

"I wrote this about a young girl's search for wholeness after years of abuse. She had no faith, no trust, no love and no happiness. Everything she knew was destroyed by the betrayal of her abuse....it broke her. In this poem I am showing that she can rise above that hurt and pain, the memories and the abuse....she can fly on her wings to freedom. Where she will truly be free.  That girl was me."

The quote that comes to mind is 
"Let go, and let God."