The pain in her eyes reflects out of her pupils
and spears me through the heart.
The utter yearning described there
pulls at my thoughts, my soul...
I know that pain.
It is the pain of hurt, of betrayal,
of love lost in the innocence of childhood,
crushed between the sins of others.
Her needs are transparent to me,
a thin sheet of glass she’s erected
blinding her to herself
and I want to help so badly.
I reach out
with words, with looks.
I describe my own pain,
thrust the meaning between dozens of uttered syllables
and pray that she hears me behind her glass...
pray that it’s not too late,
pray to God Almighty that I can help her heal.
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