A Child's Sunrise

just when I think I've eased the pain
and dried the tears
the chasm inside me widens
and reveals even more for me to endure
and a longing washes over me
alone
I come here where
I stand weary before the rising sun
breathing deeply in effort to bring forth
my strength to survive
calming the deep of night away
as the sun rises

As the warm rays wash away the cold
of the nights memories
I close my eyes and see you
reaching my hand out towards the warmth
and the little girl cries
please love me.
a small and gentle child
of silken hair and downy soft skin

and as the sun washes over her
the marks of memory fade from those child
tender thighs
Only the cold ice of rejection remains
and the child whimpers
please
just love me.