The Well Of A Survivor Poem by Blessing Ekpe

There she lay injure
With people all around her
Like bees feeding on honey
She laugh, even entertain them
And they all chorus that,
She is fun to be with.
Deep down her soul is a wounded heart
A heart coming forth from healing Land
And a voice waiting to be heard
She lay on the ground outside the door
of bitter experiences and
classroom fill with nightmares.
Torn up, disturbed, trembling, intimidated,
regrets. and pains are the subjects of the day.
Had a coat, a cape of many colors but
stained with sorrows
It was a sign of her virginity and of her future
she was going to give it to her husband
She survived just as morning will always come
after night fall.
She girded her loins with the truth
Truth about Jesus
His welcoming embrace and comforted hands.
This is her tales.
This is the well of a survivor