The girl falls asleep after silently telling me that now her father has set her family free. You see it in her eyes the years of pain inside. She is young and has problems with anger, she rides this bus to school to free her of danger. Sometimes I stop and wonder about it all: What causes these children to fall? How can these children smile and laugh, when at home they have been torned and smashed? As this all goes through my head I remember my youth, lying on that bed. I remember getting up and chasing my father, him strictly saying, 'no, don't bother.' Life hasn't been easy or fun, all the time trying to get things done. I never broke, yet I see these kids choke. They can not seem to swallow that which has made them hollow. I wish that I could reach out and tell her without doubt that everything will be fine, that is that it will all come together in time. It's just that no one seems to understand, no one can feel that feeling of not being able to stand. Waking up nights and swallowing your frights. Fighting back the feeling to cry and chasing away that which will die. I wish I could just reach inside and tell her not to hide. Words will not express that sickening feeling of hidden redress. While she sleeps on the way to school her father is packing, all cool. He may never know the pain that he has caused due to his new claim. He must leave and go on, chasing away that which he created and bond. One day the dust he has stirred up will settle deep within her heart, leaving a sore to mettle. It will ache forever it seems -- even after she chases down her dreams. What will become of our youth spent solemnly seeing the truth? What will become of all we have created? Will they sink so low and just be faded? Why have those who made us deserted the idea --- now we merely ride that bus.
Reason for writing:
A little girl I saw everyday I rode the bus to school.
Birth sign: Cancer
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