| I shed these tears for a child Twelve years young, and a lifetime ahead. His smile hides the scars Left from the day before. He touched my soul for being touched. Forced my tears for being forced. He raped my optimism. He was raped. Neither was ready to fully admit the truth. That knife cut deeper than we could go. Awkward silence turned to quiet insight. He touched my soul. He was touched. |
| ~CM |
| Touched |