Sometimes

Sometimes... When the weight of the world wants to crush my soul splintering my heart into tiny pieces Sometimes ... I’ll just sit at my window -staring through the glass as the rain quietly drips down my window panes I feel the child that sleeps inside of me... wanting so badly to be hugged - to be loved It nibbles greedily at my heart strings these pangs of wanting - needing As I feel my tears quietly stain my cheeks leaving their clear, salty trace - I hear her voice and I listen to the hopes and dreams of my needy child this little girl that sleeps inside my soul - my mind I quietly pay attention to her heart her unspoken words- held so deep within I imagine her dancing - laughing - playing carefree Watched over lovingly by those who were supposed to care Those too busy to notice Those who failed to pay her mind… Failing to connect the dots that made her smile Failing to help her blossom into a woman Through my window - I watch the rain cry its tears As they silently drip down the window panes of my heart - my child’s heart Peeling back the worn, torn pages of my mind I reticently watch the world go by - wishing So many of my pieces missing - leaving raw, unfinished edges on my skin Elusive, tainted memories of a childhood never given Love never shared Left alone - neglected Tracing the rain as it drips quietly on my window pane I touch the wetted tears on my face Reminiscent of my own failings as a mother Evoking the sad memories of my wounded, lost childhood The weeping tears of me - her My little girl within