Donise Cooke

Talitha Koum (Sherri’s Prayer)

Donise Cooke

Little girl get up, from the mess they have left you in, you cannot stay, in this fragile frame of broken glass, because day by day, it will open more wounds, as you pick up stretched truths, for a reflection you never knew,

this picture in your head, has hurried your youth, you have sacrificed, your peace of mind, for something, that was never, meant to break you,

breaking down the barriers, built on the backs of generations passed, I know it hurts, I know, the slow growth, of your aches and pains, I know you’re tired, I know the pressure to help fix, the stitches of torn and worn clothes, that you were never meant to wear,

washing in rushing water, instead of steady streams, so you scream and you cry, until the Heavens no longer hide, they have spoken, Little girl, cant you see?

Little girl get up, it is time to clean up, this mess of broken glass, unframed from a border, that was never enough, for your growth, because day by day, more doors will open, as you stretch out, for your truth, reflecting, what was always in you.