Little

Sometimes
it is hard
to grow up
and be a young woman
and start preparing to be a wife
and a mom
and an adult in general.
Sometimes it is really hard.
Especially when there is a hurt little girl inside,
a little girl crying out for love and acceptance and approval and security,
a little girl who is still afraid of her daddy,
a little girl who still aches for that man she's afraid of.
Sometimes it's hard
to move on,
to forgive
to let go
to trust
to heal
when the little girl inside is stomping her foot
and pouting her lip,
crumpled in a sobbing heap
or throwing a temper tantrum
and black and blue,
and bleeding,
bleeding.
Sometimes it's hard.
Sometimes it's really hard.
Sometimes I wonder
if that little girl
will ever learn to trust You.