Worn down by burden but with an unyielding hope, <br />She carries the cross of her unjust life <br />Still her perpetual belief in righteousness barely fades <br />The journey is incessant <br />Forlorn, frayed she travels <br /> <br />Demons of the past haunt her soul <br />Questioning her very existence <br />An infantile girl she used to be <br />In days of agony <br />She would still smile bravely <br /> <br />But then came the bend she never expected <br />Volubly and bodily, emotionally and spiritually <br />Her soul, her life, her youth and purity <br />Were mercilessly exploited <br /> <br />Bruised with incurable scars <br />Like a fallen angel she wept <br />Matured to a woman as years went by <br />The girl in her still cried at night <br />And maybe when her redeemer comes by <br />She’ll emancipate the past <br />And bury her agonizing cross at last. <br /> <br />(The above poem is based on the feelings of a rape victim)<br /><br />Lynn Ann Lobo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cross-12/
