She was sad.
I didn't know why.
So how could I have helped her?
Eased her pain?
Her worry?
I didn't know how
Couldn't know
Shouldn't have figured it out
But I did.
I saw through the layers of steel
Of years filled with torture.
She couldn't see
Herself for the names she was called
Blocking the reflection in the mirror
On the shattered pieces of glass that litter the floor
In the puddles of tears she cried.
Her blindness slowly kills
The beautiful creature she really is
What I try to make her see
Through the chinks in her armor I've made.