Please listen to me
because I am too and I understand.
Your tears are waves that
washed you out with ache;
the ocean doesn’t know
what it has done.
Honey. Dear.  Sweet.
Put it away. Place it gently in the box
that God has given to every little girl
before she realizes her purpose
where she may keep her darkness quiet.
Darling, do not hesitate;
do not be afraid.

It locks without a key