The words erupt out of the abuser,
As under the table, the child recedes.
Hiding from the pain,
The child clutches prayer beads.
Drift, carry, transform; it's time for a magical friend.
Drift, carry, escape; let the magic begin.
The words disappear to the sky,
As the fantasy friend brings light.
The child, no longer afraid,
Her space feels colorful and bright.
Drift, carry, transform; it's time for a magical friend.
Drift, carry, escape; let the magic begin.
Whenever the world shows cruelty,
The magical friend appears
And takes the child elsewhere,
While eliminating her fears.
Drift, carry, transform; it's time for a magical friend.
Drift, carry, escape; let the magic begin.
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Magical Friend
by Stephanie Daich
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