Hoping for a future...

I watch as she picks herself up, dazed, she looks about wondering how something like that could happen to her, she slowly runs her hands down her pants, brushing lightly at the dirt, tears running trails down her smudged cheeks. She starts rubbing the scum off her face, she sees me and runs to the shelter of my open arms. I protect her the best I can from repercussions, love her more than she’ll know, try to get her ready to try again. Perhaps this time she will heed my words, maybe she’ll listen with not only her ears but her heart as well. Doesn’t she know that I have experience or have seen what she is going through? I know what it is like to be blindsided by pain, hurt, betrayal, fear. You wonder how things could have gotten so far outta hand, why didn’t I see that coming, what was I thinking.My eyes fill with tears as she steps out again, right in front of the train and my heart wrenches as I stand there and watch as she is run over again. Screaming to her is of no use, she knows her own way, sure of each step. All I can do is be there to help pick up the pieces and try my best not to belittle her efforts or enable her to continue her destructive path. I seem to fail more often than not, get frustrated, infuriated, my priorities are not hers and I have to accept that…or at least try.