A survivor’s place.

I watch the children as they come in.

Their eyes are filled with fright

I want to comfort all of them.

And protect them from the night.

Their mothers seem so distant.

As they stare off  far a way

Praying that they are finally safe.

And that their abusers will eventually pay.

I’ve seen the bumps and bruises.

And a lot of broken bones.

I have seen them stripped of all their pride.

And of everything they own.

But this place, it has a magic.

As all who come here know

They come here with nothing.

Then love begins to grow.

The children play together.

The mothers make real friends.

They laugh and heal together.

Hoping the time won’t end

But sooner or later they must leave.

And go off on their own.

Knowing their lives are more enriched.

With the friendships they have grown.