Torn Dreams Poem by Lim Renae

a girl in the meadows played,
as laughter trickled from her.

yet under that innocent face,
lies no little girl.

pain masked her features,
where it should not be.

oh why should this fall,
upon a girl not of three?

i look at her and see,
who i was, my history.

she caught my glance,
held it, and i saw,

glances of torn little dreams
and a tattered little soul.

a white piece of paper
now tainted, with flickers of blood

it should not go
there, it should not be

she is but so young,
she does not have to

go through it.
She must.........
- for that's how it has to be