Numb

When all I feel is numb inside
is that when the rebuilding begins?
When finally it will all fall into place
and no longer will I be
such a lost little girl.
To where once more
I can soar through azure skies
cresting vibrant mountains
and thrashing seas?
To the pirates who keep me safe
the knave who thought I had to be locked up
in a cell
for my own protection?
The numbness must be a prelude
to the emotions once more returning
to laughter and joy
having the upper hand in this life.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Febuary 8/18