Who Hears the Cries of the Little Girl?

Who hears the cries of the little girl
Yet burning, still her pain
Quieted not by tick nor tock
Replete, misquided shame.

Who hears the cries of the little girl
Who oft had to be so strong
Feigning sturdiness to fix
Her birth she’d felt so wrong.

Who hears the cries of the little girl
Now no one cares to hear her
Her cries are muted - rage and pain are
Pleading to draw nearer

Who hears the cries of the little girl
And if no one then why-
Why didn’t the ones who could have made
A difference even try?

Who hears the cries of the little girl
The perspicacious see
The shout in her averted glaze
Her tacit paucity.

Risks not taken, lovers vexed
Love shown but last on she
Trudging a loner’s road so long-
Lost opportunity.

From the inside looking out
All completely missed
Lessons learned but late in life-
A mere spectator in the mist.

Who hears the cries of the little girl
Tears shed alone and hid.
No one heard the cries of the little girl
Is it not time someone did?