So that my heart may lay bare and sprout new growth I was determined to open the door and walk straight into the room of fears.
Allowing the light to follow that shone through the narrow hallway, I looked deep into the room.
In a far off corner I saw a small child sitting in the dark.
Her brown eyes were filled with tears of broken promises.
Her laced petticoat was scared with markings of betrayal.
Her skin was no longer that of a child’s but had grown a layer of numbness.
Her heart was frozen with fear.
You see, I was buried beneath the heavy layers of armor that protected the hurt and pain of a little girl, whose innocence was betrayed!