Pain Inside
A brilliant glitter and a shining light
A small and fragile hand I held
A heart that opened with this glow
Of honesty and blinding pain
What a racing with a bitter wind
What a dancing with a darkness
Poor little child, hiding all this hurt
Lashes touched her cheeks almost like
Little fans caressing freckles
Tiny dimples peek and hide
So rare, this quality of innocence
Mixed with disillusionment
What a tearing within the walls
Of my own soul and beating heart
How helpless I, as me become
I'm not as adult as I once thought
I'm just a child too, and I
Feel this child's pain inside
With a justified and bursting anger
Yet helpless to change a thing
Her hands, they still are tiny
Her eyes, they still fill rooms up
With the weight of all their sadness
Like the wind, she came to me
And like the wind she was taken
I cannot take away her pain
This tiny child with the world
Weighing on her fragile shoulders
She's gone, this child who held my heart
And took her sadness with her
I only hope in her darkest moments
She remembers me and recalls
That although I could not take her pain
I made her sad face smile once.
(Mistycalpoet Sept/2010)
'I made her sad face smile once.' Superb line to conclude a fine poem rich with emotion... How good that you were able to give love to this child who held your heart...I'm sure it made all the difference...
Very heartfelt poem. I've been thinking a lot about love lately and what it really is. I think it's what you described in your poem. You had compassion and cared enough to feel her sadness and to help. But you also loved her, her pain touched you and you don't forget her. You wonder if she remembers you. Your care that made her smile and so it lifted some of the weight of sadness of of her. I'm sure wherever she is now that your care mattered a lot.
Oh the seeds a Poet sows are massive... Keep sowing that child may soon become a Poet Laureate ! Nice work !