Girl next door

 

Ever since i picked up the note from a woman in distress it was as if a layer of blindness was removed from my eyes and i started seeing things i never used to notice before. I noticed that the nice guy who sat my the corner selling bananas everyday come rain or sunshine was blind and that the woman who was always with him was lame. my heart was really moved because i realised just how blind we have become to things that we see everyday.
It was after i heard a very disturbing story on the radio of a teenager who was being abused in her own house by her father that  i realised that even the woman i mentioned i was looking for, is not as faraway as i thought she was. While i am busy looking for her far and wide she could be that lady next door and that girl could be the girl i see walking to school every morning.

I imagined how this young girl would carry on everyday going to school and trying to act as if everything was ok when deep inside she was a tourtured soul. I wondered what the neighbors and her friends at school thought, whether or not they knew what was happeneing to her,and if they even cared to find out. Surely there must have been a noticable change in the way she behaved, or in her performance,but it seems as though no one noticed it. When i went to bed last night i imagined how she must feel, scared, alone and thinking she cannot trust anyone and this is what i imagined she would write.....

Take me back to that place,
Where I am everyone’s child
Where I will never go hungry or suffer alone
Sharing and caring walk hand in hand
In that place where i know i am safe
 

Take me to that place

Where, when I hide I know someone will find me
I have been hiding behind my smile for a while now
and no one has looked for me or wondered whence I have gone

I thought I was in a familiar place

Everyone around me looks so familiar
But when we are behind closed doors
And I take a look around I do not seem to know these people,
They act as if they do not know who I am or that I am just a child

Take me back to that place

Where when I screamed even from within everyone would hear me
Because now even when I scream out loud,
Everyone seems to be deaf and care not why I cry out so loudly.

Take me to that place 

Because though I am surrounded by people I feel so alone
The place I am is so silent,
I can hear my heart beating oh so fast and so loudly

Take me to the place where I am everyone’s child

And they will recognize me even if they don’t know me
I know not how to get to that place

But from what I hear I would love to be taken there

And finally have the joy and a piece of mind

Take me to that place........................