Who Then Tends The Flickering Flame

A whimpering flame flickers still,
In darkness born of suffering's will.
Fragmented abuse grasps without end, its enduring grip feels impossible to
mend.
Addiction's stain penetrates through, though it belongs not to you.
Parental love twisted– fear alone remains.
But still your mind it places blame.
A cataleptic shock slams down.
There is nothing but everything all around.
The soul that shatters within itself fractures in pieces.
In innocent eyes, despair resides,
Hope lost, it bent, too many times.
A soul crushed young – and so young still.
Here they dwell, in our broken mill.
With nowhere to go, your chaos home,
Here you’re surrounded, abandoned alone.
Third time forced into these walls,
Healing elusive – the mountain too tall.
A thread between tugs, resonates deep.
With every fractured fragment – it seems too great a leap.
Longing to whisper truths long untold –
'Your worth intact, innocence gold.'
Silent prayers echo through this mind –
May cycles break, love leave trauma behind.
Though brief this encounter, gentle smile conveyed –
Do I dare hope, hope ignited,
No,
you cannot stay.