A Life so Fragile and Easy to be Stirred...

A life so fragile,
And easy to be stirred;
A mind so innocent,
And beautiful and pure;
A heart so caring,
And compassionate and free;
Eyes that hop up and down with each step;
A laugh that fills the room with joy;
Five years old, her voice is filled with excitement and cheer;
There is a spring in her step.
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Five years pass...
Same beautiful, innocent mind;
Same compassionate heart;
Same eyes that bounce up and down;
Same joyful, silly laugh;
Same excited voice;
Same spring in her step;
And still as fragile as before...
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Another five years fly right by...
Vulnerable and unsure,
Her mind is filled with foolish thoughts;
An unwelcoming, imprisoned heart lay dormant inside her;
Her eyes no longer bounce, but now stick to the floor as she walks;
No longer does she laugh or smile;
A small voice, almost a whisper, comes only when needed with simple yes' and no's
Her feet drag with each step;
A life so fragile,
And easy to be stirred.
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Five more years go by...
Only now -
No more thoughts enter her head;
A heart no longer beats inside of her;
Eyes no longer open to the sun;
No laugh or smile ever makes its way to her face;
No longer does she speak at all,
Or walk around...
Her life was in her hands...
So fragile and easy to be stirred.
She was pushed to her limits and didn't know where to turn.
Slowly she fell into the hole she'd dug and sooner than she knew she was lost...
With no way out but to take her own life.
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A life so fragile, And easy to be stirred...