I see you behind the glass 

but no matter how hard I yell you can't hear me.

I long to embrace you as I see your pain, your tiny hands bang the windows to get out

your little blood stained hands, they tear me within

I see you crawling the walls to get out 

and yet my heart aches

I cannot get to you and I can't bear to watch you in so much pain

If I go there to rescue you, will they take me there too, will they do to me what they did to you and then we are both there

My gap leaves very little solace

I want to stay here away from the scene and yet guilt and shame cover my being 

My freedom is very little consolation for the pain I feel within watching you still stuck.

People say celebrate , praise the Lord but all I can do is mumble with all my heart a quiet whisper of thank you.

The memory and vision of you being tortured daily fills my being with anxiety, sickness and at times the occult enters in due to my not being present enough in the body and sick with fear

fear for you.

I know you belong to me and yet I am so weary to fight and yet I must

I must face the fear inside to go back to get you

and the fear is so strong but isn't it better to die fighting for you

then to loose my soul, as you are part of my soul and truly I cannot go ahead without going back

torn with conflict the pain constantly bruises my soul.

Wind and storms come but they seem nothing compared to knowing you are there under the hands of the torturers

I can only hope and pray that one day I will be strong enough to come back for you again.

I can barely walk myself and even breathing is a daily event

As I look closer at you, I see the evidence of the beatings , the rope marks of the torture and the clawing that they did to your skin.

I see the black eyes where they beat you and I see your broken smile. 

I see how small you are and how strong you are to keep going and I need some of your strength and courage to go back to rescue you.

I know this is something I must do with God's strength

 I must return as I remember you and I cannot leave you lost

I am so sorry for not coming back sooner

I really have been beating myself up and yet my strength is so weak

Little one behind the broken mirror , will you ever forgive me 

and will you pray for me for strength

I am so sorry for adding to your pain

one day we will be together 

I have not forgotten you little one.