She is molded by those who made her.
Like a clay model,
manipulated and shaped by larged unyielding hands.
the project takes years to complete.
When it is done and her life begins to unfold before her,
a small child in a woman's body is found begging to be loved.
I embrace this child.
Tightly hugging her spirit.
Whispering lullabies into her ear,
she is calmed.
she will recover.
By Mara McWilliams