Poem – by Deb Copeland



Stolen, Beaten

Sold for money

Enduring the unspeakable

Living in the shadows

Unseen and used

I am always on the move.

My body and spirit are broken

I do what I am told.


There are many of us

Yet, I am alone.


I breathe fear, there is no comfort.

My hand reaches to the heavens through

steel bars that lock me in.

Will someone rescue me?

My heart whispers

Is there anyone that can identify with me?


There is One whose Light pierces the darkness.

He consumes with fire those who crush me.

He will hear my cry and encourage me.

He will carry me out of my bondage and bring me to a place

Where there is no suffering or pain.


Come Quickly.


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