BEING THERE ,
Seeing it all;
Merely being a doll ,
Pinned  to the wall,
I've no choice,
But  to just be there .
Witness it all.
I feel so helpless,
Like  I can do nothing ,
But see them suffer as they suffer-
Yearning for help.

I see many reach out to them,
Their kindness easing  much pain;
My mind burns inside of me,
My heart reaches out to them-
To those who suffer;
But the glass wall ,
There it is ,
Blocking  my path-
Too high to climb,
Too thick to penetrate.
But all, just for now.

The wall will perish over time,
My will will grow strong over time,
And one day,
My heart will reach out for them,
And  I –making my way through the broken glass ,
Will be there for them-
Later when ,
When the glass wall breaks,
And my will grows strong.