God Help My Child
She's standing on the train tracks
and the train is bearing down.
She does not see the headlight
and she cannot hear the sound.
I am screaming out to warn her,
but my words fall on deaf ears.
She's living in a nightmare,
only angered by her fears.
As the massive train approaches,
I can only stand and stare.
I am powerless, a shadow
in the quicksand of despair.
The ground begins to tremble and
it vibrates through my bones.
My firstborn child, I've failed her,
on the train track, all alone.
©Danielle White
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