A poem written by my 14 year old daughter.
One Stand

When I looked at that glass, I looked at its point,
& started to think, “Is he really going to cut off my body joints?”

As I go to reach for that door,
I find out I can’t, I’m shackled to the floor.

As I begin to prepare to die,
I think of my life & try not to cry.

While I sit on that floor which is made of sand,
I look out my tiny window & begin to stand.

Now I realize, I’m in Gods hands,
to help me with my troubles, in which he banned.

So I lay on that floor,
hoping the pain will be no more.

I quietly fell asleep on that dirt-sandy floor,
& find myself somewhere warm, but it’s not a college dorm.

But where I am at is in the warmth of my parents arms,
holding me tightly with such charm.

My abductor was sent to jail
& he will not receive bail.

A few weeks have past & I’m with my whole family,
to see the lastest news on our T.V.

My abductor was so mad you could see he was in a Rage,
in such a rage that he made the front page.

So as we saw the case come to a close we are all happy to shout with glee,
because now I’m home……….where I’m suppose to be!!!!!

Everytime I read this it raises a lot of mixed emotions, but think it’s very much worthy of sharing. She has it posted on her blog, but hasn’t had the time lately to keep it updated, I’d guess once school starts again time will settle down and she may get around to some more serious writing.