You Are Mine
Tears fall, streaming down her face,
as she curls up on the floor,
believing that for her, it is the only place,
because she does not deserve any more.
She wraps her arms around her chest,
to try and ease the bruises and the pain,
lying there, very still, with no energy to protest,
fading into the carpet, like a stain.
Ignored, unseen and trampled on,
by the people who walk over with no cares,
feeling filthy and ashamed, finally she is stumbled upon,
and up she stands in full view of their stares.
The broken bones are tenderly held,
as the arms that are open wide wrap round tightly,
all fears and trembling are quelled,
the light that is above shines so brightly.
Rising up, so tall, looking up to the skies,
totally embraced, and finally starting to feel loved,
the ash becomes a beauty, as the sun begins to rise,
and a voice speaks into her soul, ‘ you are mine, beloved’.