inside my heart [a little girl cries]

i hear her cry (sometimes)
in the middle of the
numinous night.

i listen to the scared
plaintive tones
of her voice,
crawl deeper into the darkness
and pretend
not to hear.

yet my throat is lined
with the taste
of her fear.

she pleads with me
to hold her tight
(to my heart).

i start to understand this pressing need
to be touched...
(oh what i would give to be held).

so i cover myself in blankets
and try to breathe.

her voice is a clear stream
of sunshine
laced with enough shadows
to leave me blind.

i touch my hand to my heart beat
and leave her [it all]
behind.

she was alone for so long
what would my attention do now?
but leave her feeling bitter,
and more
than a little
betrayed.

if i had only known
(those many years ago)
the way her little fingers
had hugged each other
and prayed.

i try to breathe.
but
my heart is filled with all the tears she has cried.

so i cover my ears
and shut my eyes
and hum
a sweet,
sad lullaby.
 

Reviews

[{Angel Redd}[Formerly A..]

I loved this....it really touched me. It sounds cliche, but that's how i feel.

[Bubo]

Yes I also relate to this and feel its sadness,and depth.

[Ashton]

This is very well-written. Although I cannot personally relate to it, I can feel your emotions. Great job.

[Leah Simone]

For some, childhood is a happy place to revisit for others it is a haunting of a neglected spirit - yours was ghostlike - as is mine - and I relate to it very well - this was sad and yet - you live with it - always - living with it - with that little girl below the surface, never healed - no matter what you do - the best you can do is sing a lullabye - and hope for the momentary peace, and for her to sleep long enough for you to find joy and feel you deserve it. -Leah

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I LOVE IT. Very nice piece. The way you put words together and bring such a vivid image to the page is undescribable. Loved it, loved it, loved it. Nice work.

[Everyday Is Just Anothe..]

Oh my gosh..I LOVE this piece. I absolutely love it, well maybe that makes sense, it's my kind of poem. But the wording and flow, I really loved it. It's so perfect and sad. And touching. Your wording is perfect. Great job. This poem is superb.

[Randall Richard]

all i can say is"wow". you have a gift. you can make grand statements without sounding grandiose, thats something i've been working hard on and still cant master. touching without being sappy. intensly personal without being self indulgent. outstanding

[Rebekah Michaele]

"i start to understand this pressing need
to be touched..."
"her voice is a clear stream
of sunshine
laced with enough shadows
to leave me blind."
love the contrast, it adds a new measure of depth.
love the piece, like a glimpse of life beneath the surface. brava

[Nihad Dweidary]

Connecting with who we once were as a child, our past revisiting our present and asking for acceptance, a room for memory. This poem is personal in so many ways. I had envisioned it all, you under the blankets, then the feelings you had to struggle with. Melancholy in its best array!

she was alone for so long
what would my attention do now?
but leave her feeling bitter,
and more
than a little
betrayed.

Love, -Nihad

[Crystal]

chills... all over

That is so sad! Interestingly I found that picture months ago... saved it in my browse box, because I thought, "I could write something great from this pic", and look at you takin' the thing to a level I could never dream of! You are amazing!

the way her little fingers
had hugged each other
and prayed.

chills... all over