Broken Flower
Posted: Wednesday, September 28, 2011
by Jody Rivers
The afternoon sun streams through the slits of the window shade,
catching my eye as it settles on a photograph of my little girl;
My memories of her suddenly overwhelm my heart,
So many emotions begin to swirl.
Perhaps because I have bottled my feelings for so very long,
building a prison out of my past;
Enduring what seems to be an unrightable wrong,
desiring true justice at long last.
You see, it is not justice for myself that I crave,
Nor is it to relieve my heartfelt pain;
I simply seek justice for a child whom I could not save,
from the horrors she suffered time and time again.
Her cries for Daddy's help fell on deaf ears,
As he was forced to leave his little girl behind;
Against his will with all the power of a lie,
they broke his spirit, and poisoned his mind.
Years passed, the little girl grew into a beautiful young woman,
She appeared to all so happy and bright;
However she wore her smile as a disguise,
always keeping her pain deep, well out of sight.
Then the day I had longed for finally arrived,
My eyes would gaze upon my precious daughter once more;
Perhaps now my dreams would be realized,
How feverishly I wanted things to be as they were before.
The long awaited moment held great joy laced with secret sorrow,
I felt the urge to both laugh and cry;
I held her close, she hugged me limply,
her excitement seemed forced and dry.
Somehow I knew that my little girl was gone,
I held only an empty shell;
Her sweet essence had been extinguished,
during her childhood trip through hell.
I gazed into her eyes for what seemed an eternity,
hoping to catch a mere glimpse of her wounded soul;
However, there was only emptiness to see,
her life experiences had taken their deadly toll.
I still see her once in a while,
usually when a crisis appears;
Her life is a perpetual stormy sea,
always on the verge of drowning in tears and fears.
The sun is setting now, casting shadows over her picture,
soon it will approach the evening hour;
I strain to see her fading image through my tears,
my heart breaking for my broken flower..
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