The Girl

There’s a girl who visits me often
She’s conflicted so tragically
While she looks at things profoundly
I don’t think she really sees
There’s pain quite deep within her
And only she understands
It’s sometimes hard to open her mind
If you try to lend a hand
She doesn’t mean to burden
Her emotion just overcomes
Though she somewhat has the strength
To resist her desire to run
Complexity lives within her
Simplicity is what she seeks
While she covers her wounds with bandages
There’s no doubt that she is weak
I ask her why she’s hurting
As tears well in her eyes
She tells me she has everything
And I continue to wonder why
Abundant love surrounds her
Hope floats in the breeze
Yet she feels unwanted
Though I comfort her with ease
It’s at that very moment
I capture in her stare
An emptiness you could not see
Unless you are truly there
For while this girl is very blessed
She is missing the greatest key
A love of self is lost in her
And she seeks that love from me.