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Broken

A child sits upon a stone,
Tickling the sand with her toes.
I wonder why she hurts inside,
The reason no one knows.

Perhaps because she's so unloved,
A soul that's treated badly,
Inside she's battered, worn and torn,
A life that's led so sadly.

She glances up for one moment,
Her gaze now meets my eyes.
A fragile body sitting there,
I wonder why she cries.

She looks toward her shadowed house,
That inside has held her fear...
My heart goes out to this small child
I want badly to be near.

Perhaps she's short of one best friend,
To carry her on through,
If I could only hold her hand,
And bear the burden too.

It would feel so real,
The pain that we would bear.
I wouldn't have to step back and watch,
Because I too would be there.

And Why? I ask myself,
Does this circumstance seem real?
Because not that long ago, my broken soul,
Has been through this ordeal.

I look back on those awful days,
Sorrow, my daily fate would be,
And this sad girl, this broken child,
A time ago was me...

To Jessica's parents who have undoubtedly had their share of pain...

-Victoria West

* For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son. *

John 3:16