Little Hero

And nobody knows,
The words whispered into a pillow
At night,
With tears making their mark,
Soaking the fibers of secrets
Sewn tightly shut.
The sobs that perturb the mind,
The body winces in silent pain.
Screams wanting to echo all around,
Wanting to find their escape in the open air.
But paused,
Put on hold, frozen on the tip of the tongue.

And nobody knows.
The falsified smile that's worn
Every day,
Something so minuscule,
Hiding a universe of emotions.
Ones that ravage,
Ones that tear apart,
Clawing their way out,
To leave these scars on the surface.
The glint of a sharp metal on the bookshelf
Seems to smile and say:
"Come and play."
But the movement towards it
Is halted,
Stopped,
Frozen mid step.

And nobody knows.
Save,
For this little blue eyed girl,
This small child,
Who had just learned the knack
Of walking,
Of running.
My little blue eyed angel.
She stands next to me,
With her hands clenching the
Fabric of my blue jeans
She stares up at me with
This large grin,
That amidst all my tears,
Amidst all the pain inside,
I look down upon her
The question, I see in those eyes
But the in language she would need to ask,
She does not yet know.
Instead her grip on me tightens
In her own language,
She babbles, she talks,
With a smile she reaches out her hands
Insisting that I pick her up.
Tears saturate my face,
The hurt inside screams
I pick up my beautiful daughter
And she embraces me tightly,
Her little arms going around my neck,
Squealing in delight.
I hug her close to me
A real smile decorating my lips
I tell her in between my sobs
How much I love her
How much I need her

And she doesn't even know.
This little fifteen month old girl
Is my blue eyed hero.
Nobody knows.
How many times,
She's saved me.
Saved me.
From myself.