With Pain In Her Eyes

The pain was as blatant as if tears
of the sweetest blood dripped down her face.
Dripping into a gaping wound that
bore a mouth of stitches.

As if her chest was torn open, for all to see
Her lungs collasped, and her heart broken.
All could see the pain that bore a hole
through the marrow within her bones.

As if her spine was as flimsy as a string
It was broken and dangling.
Snaking up her back like a crooked railroad
Visible, was the black and blue.

And yet, as I stared into the face of this little girl.
I see everything that I wished to be.
It was then I started to realize...
Within this little girl was a reflection of me.