The Cross Poem by Lynn Ann Lobo

Worn down by burden but with an unyielding hope,
She carries the cross of her unjust life
Still her perpetual belief in righteousness barely fades
The journey is incessant
Forlorn, frayed she travels

Demons of the past haunt her soul
Questioning her very existence
An infantile girl she used to be
In days of agony
She would still smile bravely

But then came the bend she never expected
Volubly and bodily, emotionally and spiritually
Her soul, her life, her youth and purity
Were mercilessly exploited

Bruised with incurable scars
Like a fallen angel she wept
Matured to a woman as years went by
The girl in her still cried at night
And maybe when her redeemer comes by
She’ll emancipate the past
And bury her agonizing cross at last.

(The above poem is based on the feelings of a rape victim)