Little one, you are dragging,

So tired you could drop.

You are confused, fearful

Of all that is not.

 

Believing in things

That just don’t exist,

At least, not for you,

Hurts when you’ve risked.

 

I don’t have any answers.

I’d give them if I could.

We’ve all done our best.

That’s clearly understood.

 

Innocence hinders when

You love the way you do.

You give all you can,

Hope others will too.

 

When it doesn’t happen,

You roll up in a ball.

You convince yourself,

You won’t be loved at all.

 

Perhaps, a thicker skin,  

And refusing to expect,

Anything from others,

Will win their respect.

 

It’s time to go to bed.

Let your thoughts go.

You need to get rest

And take time to grow.

Yu/stan/kema.