Sometimes I close my eyes to escape the sight of my
tortured child
I watch as she presses her back hard against the barbed
wire fences that are the jagged edges of her life
Screaming desperately to be loved while at the same
time cowering in the darkness because she might be.
I would gladly lean my back against the barbed wire
If I could ease the pain I see in her sad smile.
I wait until she breaks and I can
glimpse my lovely child, reaching for my support,
Instead, I stare into the broken soul of my tortured
Child, wondering who stares back… crying… we are
both crying!