A Child’s Plea
A Journey Through Trauma, Resilience, and Healing
Six years young, a reality splattered like a broken vase.
Fingers grazed forehead, met by crimson.
Cry for reflection rebuffed, a truth concealed,
Aura surrounds, despair an unimaginable desolation.
Where are her family?
Brothers flee home, bearers of grim news,
While I, in chaos, one request refuse to lose.
"Mirror, mirror," I plea, but none comply,
I cry " Mirror, mirror", hush hush
The face I knew, I fear, now a mystery to my eye.
Rejected, redirected, a small form adrift,
Until a voice rises, a desperate gift.
"Bring me my father," I whispered barely audible,
And there he appears, I smile am I in heaven?
Dispelling all dread.
Releasing the breath of relief.
"Oh father" a whisper
Pain subsides, replaced by will.
A longing fulfilled.
"Mirror,mirror" a longing unfilled, I drifted off
Safe in the arms that anchor the past.
Blood may stain, but love remains clear,
Now I am at peace.
In that moment, no mirror could be so dear.
Tranquility.
