I look now, upon her beautiful faceand see confusion, a shadow of sadness.
She's grown to be such a lovely young lady,
but something has changed, leaving her defenseless.
Defenseless to the mind's power over her.
A control beyond her own, for which it eagerly seeks.
The voices command, as she buries her head
within her hands, until...
she no longer hears them speak.
They may be gone for now, these demanding voices,
but they'll be back to taunt and to tease.
They'll tell her to "Just do it, harm yourself.
You'll be much better off if you were deceased."
They'll have power over her, if only for a moment.
We'll focus on casting them out, to just go away,
as she finds her safe place, breathing deeply.
The voices will retreat in disappointment, in dismay.
We'll not let them lead her into the darkness,
for which they dwell in hopeful waiting.
We'll help her love herself completely again
and not sink deeply into tearful self-hating.
