She is so near, yet we cannot see her
Lying in between the roots and leaves
No more pain, no longer cold not a care
Unlike those who search, her loved ones grieve.
Fear and terror her last feelings
Trapped and scared knowing she was lost
At first she begged to be released but there was no appealing.
Why had she smiled at him, her life had been the cost.
Only sixteen her life all over all her hopes and dreams
Gone slipped through her fingers
Her picture like an icon, shattered plans and schemes
She is lost to them gone but for now her soul still lingers.
Mar 02, 2015 @ 23:54:38
😦 So hard for me to understand, Willow. ♡
Mar 03, 2015 @ 05:56:47
Me too I can’t believe it actually happens. Sadly it does.
Mar 03, 2015 @ 05:51:05
Rending.
Mar 03, 2015 @ 08:20:45
Yes frightening so many young girls go missing and are never found.
Mar 03, 2015 @ 15:59:46
A Haunting reality … If only it were a nightmare we could wake up from.
Mar 03, 2015 @ 19:12:58
Yes if only!
Mar 03, 2015 @ 17:38:33
It’s so difficult – and I think tortuous – to spend time thinking about the horrors a young person goes through before being brutally murdered like you wrote about. It happens so often – absolutely heart breaking. Oddly I’ve been thinking a lot lately about why God allows such suffering, such horrendous things to happen to us. At the end of the day I can only reason that it was He who created pain, hunger, famine, disease, and death. I assume these things are designed for us to take notice, to learn how to love and care for others who need us- which is why I think we are all here. (to learn how to love one another) But to snuff out a beautiful young life, so horribly and tragically as what you described so well – is just beyond any comprehension that I can imagine. It doesn’t seem to have any purpose – other than teaching us to fight the natural urges to torture her killer when found. Perhaps that’s the silver lining – to help us learn compassion even for him. Christ did.
Mar 03, 2015 @ 19:11:52
I do not know the answer either but I am saddened every time a young girl or woman goes missing my heart goes on hold. So often now we hear of teenagers or little children gong missing they are often well almost always found dead hidden in rivers or shallow graves and whether or not they were buried alive my heart bleeds that they died afraid and alone and cold.
Maybe there is a great plan but I truly wish there was not one so harsh! Thank you for reading John. xxxxx