My Broken Little Girl

Free form Poem
My Broken Little Girl
 
 
My broken little girl,
whose dreams are lost to time.
Unheard of gentle melodies,
no longer sings in rhyme.
 
 
My broken little angel;
a heart that holds no favor.
Taken from the graces -
no chance to taste and savor.
 
 
My broken little lady,
has loved to hate the ending.
No joy held in knowing,
her life begets defending.
 
 
I see her love in capture,
not endowed to giving,
the kindest of all knowing love,
forsaken from the living.
 
 
Secrets pay magnificence,
kept well within her soul.
Longing to find her way,
waiting to be whole.
 
 
My damaged little girl-
for her, I wish a peace.
allow your heart to love again-
allow the pain to cease.
 
 
 
Kactus Berry