The depth and breadth of the human heart is unimaginable. to defile the growth of this, the most important organ, causes such great anguish. The damaged placed upon the heart is grievous when one so young is brought up with a corrupt and skewed understanding of the world around them. Naughtiness, Lust, Pain, Fear, Hatred, Worry, and Regret build upon a blundering soul who cannot see his way through a land made alien to him by his perpetrators.
The child sees the confusion. Empty holes where the gears once were and open spaces replace teeth on the gears that are left in the mind of the broken. Hands cannot touch and skill cannot repair a mind half erased.
Heartstrings tie us each to another. Ties are made and grown and broken. Unguided hands leave gnarled rope with no choice but to cut. Hearts without skill leave loose knots to fall apart at the slightest tug. ungrounded hearts drift off in the breeze to be damaged again.
*I don't know if this is really a poem but it is how I feel.