The Little Girl

 

Behind closed eyes
I see a little girl
of five, maybe six years old.
We share the same hair color
eyes and name.

 

 

 

She sits in the tall grass
at the water’s edge
waiting, and watching
for the bobber’s news of a catch.

 

 

 

Innocently she giggles
as her toes tickle the cool water below,
and the wind coaxes her hair
into a mutual dance
with the emerald smooth swaying grass.

 

 

 

Her innocence is evident
it’s obvious
it’s there
Her innocence is in danger
it’s exposed
it’s there
for the taking
by one who should know better
as he says,
” I love you”
and gently kisses her cheek
as he places her on his lap.

 

 

 

His touch burns her
with a truth
she’s too young to understand.
The pain is deep in her
but it doesn’t come from his hands.

 

 

It’s his lies,
they cut her soul,
her heart breaks
with each secret he tells her to keep.

 

 

 

It’s the truth
that steals her innocence.
So young
she has learned to see,
that this world is not safe
not for a girl.

 

 

 

Those scars she was given
are for keeps,
and trust is a beautiful word
but for some it doesn’t mean a thing.

 

 

 

Pain is a life long enemy
it’s only friend is memory,
and healing will be
her life’s long journey ,
tears will rock her to sleep.

 

 

 

Behind closed eyes
I see a little girl
of five, maybe six years old.
We share the same hair color
eyes and name.
We share so much more,
we share the same pain.

 

Reviews

[Keith]

Enveloping write.
Still the innocence lingers over the first person's voice... seems this pain has been subdued but lingers on as one of those oh so polite hauntings. Very chilling really.... horror.
Eloquently presented.

[blkberry4u]

Your piece was absolutely incredible and heart felt. You covered a subject that so many of us can relate to and your delivery was eloquent.

[a Messenger]

I am very sorry for what happened, but you did turn it into a beautifully written piece of poetry.
It started out so cheerful and became so dark and you did it very smoothly.
I loved this piece.

[Eagle Cruagh]

I was completely taken in by this in the beginning,
then the subject matter becomes black, smelling of
horror and slime. This is not criticism, it is my way of
saying that you hold the reader in he palm of your hand.
We are pulled in to this story, suffer with the child, grow up
with you and feel your sadness in the end.
An excellent story, an unbelievably good poem, now write us
a cheerful and fun story, now that we know you are a great talent.
---- Eagle Cruagh

[Morgan A Lynch]

you have very nice flow in this also a depresing and optomistic topic. I liked how you gave the little girl hope at the end. great job

[Collette]

What an eloquent and moving piece. You did an excellent job with the flow of this poem, everything fits nicely and runs smoothly. While it was a beautifully depressing topic, I have to say you did add a small glint of hope that made me feel a bit better reading it:
"Pain is a life long enemy
it's only friend is memory,
and healing will be
her life's long journey ,
tears will rock her to sleep."
I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but I get the notion that she will eventually heal over time...at least I hope. Either way, excellent poem. Thanks for sharing.

[__Flaw__]

Sad, real and a powerful portrait...surely this one was a pleasure to read... :)
Cheers.