Inner Child

Her eyes
distant and broken
Filled with contempt
Her face
Amidst mud stained hands
Shaking beneath the sea
Of sorrows and discontents
She holds on tight
Between her tiny grip
Clenching the moments she can not erase
Until her knuckles bleed
Bending
Breaking
Fear lingering upon her breath
Silence
Knees buckle beneath
Pulling her below
The wilting flowers
Into the earth
She sleeps