Here I am.
In this moment
and I can't help but feel the pull
of every women wondering
if someone else is out there.
The shy little kid in me
wants to hide. "Shhhh, be quiet . . .
don't move. They might find us."
I know this little girl is trying to protect me.
But the pull is strong
and so am I.
I have things to say to these women.
I have things to share. Like,
Hi, I'm out here and I feel alone, too.
I'm hurting and I'm confused and struggling.
The shy little girl flinches- waiting
for someone to laugh or criticize.
But no one does.
Instead, she feels Love.
A multitude of heavenly hosts coming to her side.
She feels safe again.
And at peace for
she doesn't have to hide any longer.
Lost. Seeking. Hiding. Found.
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