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Elizabeth Browning



Thursday, April 6, 2017

The lost ones

He tried to let her know it would be all right. Eventually. Life wouldn't always be this painful. The world wouldn't always be this brutal. Give it time, little one. Give it another chance. Come back.”
                                                           Louise Penny, A Fatal Grace
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They are everywhere
The lost ones

Told by their parents that they are stupid
That they will never be enough
They have believed

Told by lovers they were ugly
And worthless
They have believe

Beaten emotionally
And physically

They drag wounded souls
Through countless days

Hiding
Turtle like

Inside shells of silence
Or addiction
Or fear

Terrified by the brutality
Frozen by the pain
Afraid even of themselves

Waiting for someone
Anyone
To sing the song of grace and love

And call them back

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