They tried to break her
They beat her, slapped her, poked her, stabbed her with insults
But she kept getting back up
It was as if she was asking for more
They pushed her down
burned her with cigarettes, and threw trash in her face
Kicked her around
She could not understand why she deserved such torture
She could not understand why people were so cruel
They had taken her wallet, stolen her money, her cards, her identity
And by the time they were done
She was not recognizable
Yet somehow, despite the pain she felt in her legs, her arms, and her back
Despite the pain in her face, her body aching and trembling
Shaking with fear, and shaking with the thought, can I handle another swing Lord?
She found a way to rise again
It scared her enemies, they thought she was done
They thought they could tear apart the weak
But because she knew God was watching over her
She knew he would protect her regardless of how torn apart she was
She slowly got up, one step at a time
Baby steps, because when you have been beaten so bad, hurt so bad, and you think your time has come
God pulls you up because he knows that you trust him
She got up, stood to her feet, and spoke gently to her enemies
"He never fails"
Signed:
The Silent Poet
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