I see in my mind's eye, a very <br />precious child; <br />she is innocent and loving, <br />yet feels worthless and defiled. <br /> <br />On her troubled face, there's an <br />expression of terror and fear; <br />and in her baby blue eyes, I <br />could see one lonely tear. <br /> <br />It didn't make any sense to me, <br />that I knew just how she felt; <br />yet I connected with this child, <br />as though she were a part of myself. <br /> <br />I watched her in my thoughts, as <br />she played quietly in her room; <br />then I heard a stern voice say <br />to her, 'Stop playing, it's bedtime <br />soon'. <br /> <br />I saw a look of horror, written upon <br />her face; <br />as she obeyed their command, and put <br />her toys' in their proper place. <br /> <br />As she crawled into her bed, she <br />quickly faced the wall; <br />and my mind tried to look away, <br />when I saw the familiar adult. <br /> <br />But somehow I couldn't find the <br />strength, to turn away from her; <br />so I continued to watch their actions, <br />in this childs' secret world. <br /> <br />I watched in utter disgust, the abusive <br />actions that took place; <br />and I knew then why there was such horror, <br />written upon her face. <br /> <br />I couldn't even describe, the despicable <br />acts of which I saw; <br />but it made me feel so weak and dirty, <br />as my skin began to crawl. <br /> <br />I saw the child laying there, she did <br />not try to fight; <br />the actions of the adult, who enjoyed <br />what was not right. <br /> <br />Then I watched as the adult left, and the <br />child curled up in a ball; <br />I could hear her softly sobbing, as <br />she faced the dirty wall. <br /> <br />My heart fell to my feet, as I <br />realized how I knew; <br />the way she felt, and then I thought, <br />'This little girl is you'.<br /><br />Ruth warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-lonely-tear/