I awoken to this nightmare
I could smell the stench of sin
It became a part of me
No one came for me
I am someone’s child
Did they even look for me?
Or was my life just a vapour
Here today, and gone tomorrow
My dress is torn and stained
My face a picture of unbearable pain
My heart is aching more than the scars on my body
I long for hope
Does it even exist?
My innocents was taken from me
Men come and they go
They don’t see me
They just use me
My body their relieve
My shame their gain
Has anyone looked for me?
Is their freedom outside of these walls?
I don’t know!!!
All I feel is pain so surreal
My body, my mind, my heart all trapped in desperate darkness
Was I created to be abused like this?
Was this God’s plan for my life?
Tossed away to an unknown place
Wrapped in pain, night and day
How long will I be able to cope?
Will my mind remember hope?
Before these drugs became my
safe place
Haunted by demons night and day
Tears running down my cheeks
No one here to bring me hope
I remember long ago
When joy was still my portion
Singing softly
“Jesus loves me…”
Even in my deepest pain
I will still cling to Him
I pray that someone will come
for me
One of His sons or daughters to
set me free
To rescue me from this pit of hell
I will taste freedom again
I have to believe…
~ Ebigale Wilson