Another night, another trick, she walks with her head hung low. She wants to get out of this nightmare, but where can she safely go?
Many nights she just goes through the motions, with a heart void of emotions. She has become numb so that she can survive, she tries not to feel and not to think about who she has become.
The brave mask she keeps wearing, has been worn so many times, it hides the frightened, crying girl inside.
Perhaps the mask she wears now is one that to her has become real. She simply forgets how being real feels.
Why is she involved in the sex trade? The reasons can be many, but is a reason needed before one shows a heart that cares?
These thoughts were brought on by reading an update about a organization that is dear to my heart. Its called, “She’s Somebody’s Daughter”, and its about rescuing woman from the sex trade. The newsletter said about how they often get told by some people that if the ones involved in the sex trade really wanted to leave they would just leave. That they have a choice. How do you have a choice when you are a child? How do you have a choice, if you haven’t known anything different due to the kind of life you had growing up? How do you have a choice if you have no money and nowhere to go? How do you have a choice when your self-esteem has been beaten so low, that all your courage is gone?
We may not always understand their story, but what keeps hitting me is the thought of why do we think we need to understand before we can care. Everyone needs compassion, and compassion should be freely given! Its not something that should only be shown if you understand every detail of how the person got in the situation that they are in.
We all have unspoken stories in our hearts and sometimes its through the simple act of compassion and listening that the mask can begin to fall, freeing the story inside of us.