The little girl in there
ran crying to talk to me.
She thought I was old enough
To be considered wise.
And she told me how
hard it was for her to live,
When nothing at all made sense,
and the world was insane.
So I reached into myself to find
the part of me that could answer.
Because this child was crying
and I had to be wise to answer.
But, as I contemplated the situation,
I burst into tears and cried my heart out.
For this world, once so beautiful and new
is now full of rage and hate.
Now with all of the wonder gone from my eyes,
I have looked deep into my soul.
I saw a person torn between woman and child,
and realized the little girl was me.