Really good poem. Intense feelings stir in me when I read this.
Reminds me of a poem I wrote a while ago:

Little Girl

Little girl, where do you stand?
Your back turned towards me,
your eyes reaching beyond.
You're there somewhere,
just hidden inside.
I can feel the tightness
of your frown,
taste the salt of your tears.
One by one, they drop,
forming puddles of pain below you.
Do you ever reach outward
hoping someone to take your hand?
Or mumble mere sounds
without response in return?
Without rest, you will be tired.
Without clothes, you will be cold.
Without food, you will be starved.
Without knowing where you are,
you will be gone.
Little girl, where do you stand?
I haven't seen you in so long.
I no longer feel your frown
or taste your tears.
Little girl, I think you've passed on.




--- In borderlinecreativity@yahoogroups.com, Misty Dixon
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> Who will help this poor little girl who's lost in this world so great,
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> This little girl an adult now, still lost to this date.
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> An adult now, still feel like I'll never know,
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> How to find myself and forget the past, but I will not grow.
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> The innocence that was stolen from me,
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> How on earth could they not see.
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> I often cry myself to sleep,
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> My emotions like a well that runs so deep.
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> My inner turmoil was once hidden so far within,
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> My emotional scars showing the pain inflicted on me, all of their sins.
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> The little girl crying to be found,
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> Yet, my family and psychiatrists left her behind and bound.
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> When memories come flooding in and become too much to bear,
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> I deal with it the only way I know how and then I'm shipped off to a
hospital where no one seems to really care.
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> So what to do for the pained, hurt, little girl lost,
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> Oh we will try our best to help her – at a highly unaffordable cost.
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> Throw some pills at her,
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> A little unsuccessful therapy for her,
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> Pretend to know her while whispering about her,
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> Even pretend to care in support of her,
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> And you will see in her eyes the truth – she will be lost forever!
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> Because she told the truth – her family a cost,
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> And now the innocence he stole and with no support the little girl
is now 24 and is even more lost.
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> You'd been taught all your life if you're honest you will not lose,
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> They say the truth will set you free,
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> The only way I'll know freedom is if it had not to be.
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> Written By: Misty M. Dixon
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> Written On: 8-25-04 1:20a.m.
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