Soul Hero

As I step away-
I see a little soul
Afraid of people's ways.
She didn't utter a word
About her abusive world.
Instead she endured anger
From a family of strangers.
She was only four
When she was raped on a cold floor.
She shielded her tears
To calm her sister's fears.
She reached for that baby hold
Only to be punished for being bold
As my aged petite body became joined
With this strong survivor's soul-
I realized that I'm a hero.
Whitney Lyons
Copyright 1996 Whitney Lyons