By Survivor/WCA Client
Wearing Rosie pink shades
And
Heavy steel bracelets
Carrying a heavy heart
I slowly walk towards those
Steps
Asking “why am I here?”
My feet weigh me down
The closer I get,
As I arrive to these steps
I look up to see
W.C.A.
I take my first step and before to
Long
A nice woman’s face is the first
That I see,
Her eyes whisper softly to me
The W.C.A. hands embrace my face
And say
“come in sweet dear it will be ok
I wince at the thought how
At ease I feel
This woman speaks
“welcome to the W.C.A.
My heart aches once more
As she can see,
Right through me
I belong here,
So that I may break free,
Two years later
I stand here before her
Rosy pink shades down on the floor
Press my foot down so
They shatter once more,
Those heavy steel bracelets now pined on the
Wall of the past
And here I am, finally free it’s
All in the past
