Your pain is undeniable
It is etched
Into your soft
Pale skin

You call out
To anyone in earshot
For their help
For their love

God has twisted your soul
Weathered it by letting it soak
In fresh tears and blood
That come from your own eyes
That come from your family

You want to climb to the gates of Heaven
Too soon, too angry, too childish
You want someone to blame
Have their head in your hands

You cry out
Screaming 'Why, God? Why, Father?'
The why is not as important
As to how you get through

You have yet to learn how to forgive,
O girl with soul-searching eyes.
You have yet to move past all this
And I applaud you for trying.