Monday, January 14, 2008

Broken Spirit

She's done her share of ill will against the world

Society thought that she should be locked away

Lock her away and you break her spirit

Break her spirit and she'll learn

Little did they know. . .

You see Daddy couldn't break her spirit

Try as he might as he reached his hand in places they ought not go

Momma couldn't break her spirit

Calling her names a child should never hear

The men she sold her body to even THEY in a moment of pleasure couldn't break her spirit

The crack pipe and liquor bottle, her means of self medication, even SHE couldn't break her own spirit

So behind these doors that go clink, these windows with no scenery, these walls that contain her cries

She sits. . . tired. . . but UNbroken, hearing God, not for the first time but HEARING God for the first time

She peacefully awaits her new destiny

You see what man meant for harm God has used for GLORY

Her time is up, her season has changed

She listens to doors go clink but THIS time with each sound she is drawn closer to the light

She emerges from the walls of the prision that has held her

And she again faces society who is looking for her to be broken

She grins, her spirit in tact, and the only thing broken is her yoke

Lisa Renee 01/12/08

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