“This is the County Sheriff’s office”
stops my heart and reverberates
across the afternoon.
Fears ease for me.
I realize my child is home safe, if shaken
by the news
But another child, beloved of God
Created with joy, beaten down by life,
Not safe. Not home.
What would possess her to leave
without a word?
Crashing down from great heights
Weighted down by hatred, ignorance, fear
breaking through walls rebuilt nightly
in desperate, furtive calls to friends
When the heart can no longer wait
for the freedom to sing its unique song
It must die
Or break free
May this freedom not bring new bondage