A Child Doth Dwell



There is a place, deep inside my heart
Where a frightened child does dwell.
Her fright is so deeply planted,
And she has hidden it so very well.

Oh little girl, you were so wounded
By cruel words and a rough hand;
But now you hurt us still, by refusing
To let passion bloom for any man.

Trust please, that the Goddess’ love
Will heal whatever needs to be;
We deserve what every woman needs,
And you are part of me.

© Copyright 1/7/06
Beth Johnson   (Mystic Amazo


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