A Narrative Poem of a young girl who could not speak due to trauma.
A demon shut her mouth; she was afraid to speak.
She didn’t realize she couldn’t because a demon shut
her up. She cried her eyes out. Growled like a dog and
clenched her fist,
because she could not get her words out. She hated
everyone, especially Momma and Daddy; in her
thoughts, she spoke loudly: “Why is no one is helping
me?” She felt helpless and cried herself to sleep. She
muttered a prayer and said, “Father God, please help
me; I am becoming truly angry.” That moment he gave
her a pen; that very moment he became her best
friend. She wrote on the page of her notebook: Will I
ever speak again? As she wrote tears rolled down her
face because she felt his very presence. As she held
her notebook firmly, with a nurturing monotone, he
asked her, “Who told you that you would die?”
“Nobody, God, I just feel I’m suffocating inside.
Please don’t let
me die.” She was afraid to close her eyes. “Rest,” he said.
She had puffy eyes and a headache from crying
because she was free to speak and say the things she
had wanted to say all along. As she fought her sleep,
she begged Daddy not to leave her alone. She felt a
sweet breeze as she dozed off to sleep. When
morning came, she realized all she had jotted down
had been washed away. Christ removed the muzzle
Satan had placed. She discovered that Christ had
given her back her speech. With that very pen, she
spoke again because the demon was driven out.