I notice Her every day,
Her puffy, purple-ringed eyes.
Still red from yesterday’s late tears.
Still tired from last night’s terrifying dreams.
I wonder what makes life your fray…
Her small, sagging shoulders.
Weighted by sorrows.
Weighted by existence.
I wonder why you seem so astray…
Her bowed, beautiful face.
Hiding from the big, bad world.
Hiding her pain.
I often wonder if you’ll ever be okay…
I didn’t notice Her that day.
She used to walk slowly.
I didn’t know she was in pain.
She used to gaze into the distance.
And in her agony, I did not know she wished to be slain.
I heard she made no attempt to move.
The driver said she looked into his eyes, but he saw no fear.
I heard she flew many metres.
And the driver said she looked peaceful, crimson soaked, when he drew near.
I noticed Her every day,
I just didn’t know her daddy treated her that way.