Hiding in the shadows, darkness has become her only friend,
Protected in her silence, there is little possibility to offend,
Alone, and exposed in the light of day, she always loses,
She can count each encounter by the number of bruises.
She can only cry dry tears, for her feelings no longer flow,
Her fear of retribution, will not allow her emotions to show,
From the constant beatings, for her there is no escape,
Still in curls, she is too young to grasp the concept of rape.
One rainy morning she quietly took from the kitchen a knife,
She rolled up her sleeve with the intention of taking her life,
Her father, always suspicious, caught her in the suicidal act,
Then a force guided her and she stabbed before he could react.
After seeing her bruises Social Services said she had every right,
Hearing the tales of her abuse the prosecutor did not even fight.
The little girl did not know why she struck, or by whose command,
The Goddess made sure she never knew it was by Frigga's hand.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2015.