Beguiling eyes, tempting friendliness to ensue, yet holding back,
not trusting anymore the person she was before.
Walking alongside, wanting to let go, but deathly afraid to,
because I've been hurt to the very core of my being.
Knowing it's because of her abuse as a child.
Absorbing her hate, anger, sadness, grief, I let it hurt me, in
hopes that it is slowly draining her pain away.
Inflicting it on me will hopefully reduce her own pain.
Meanwhile, I'm in the deepest pits of hell, crying, knowing I may
be helping a little child hidden within her.
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