A letter to the girl child

This is a letter from my grandmother, 

to the girl who lives down our alley,

The little girl with a PTSD,

Traumatized by that rainy night,

On the bridge, prior to the blisteringly painful incident:

"{It was such a blissful night,

She stood resting on the bridge's railings,

gazing at the reflection of the golden moon on the river,

And throwing little hopeful stones, just to watch the ripples it caused.

It was the night she first saw her thing.

Suddenly! there came a whacking wind that knocked her off her feet.

With a brute-nauseating jolt:

Worse than at the doctor's,

He injected her with his filth and dirt,

A flood of beastie venom, shackled with an undesirable sigh, he let out.

Her eyes were bloodshot from the pain of unreadiness,

The pain of transcending her innocence in such a regretful manner.

But his eyes glistened with delight, 

With his heart pounding, and body pulsating with a perverted rhythm,

He let out the demon, more to his satisfaction.

He stood up like a proud king, in his birthday suit,

Peed on her, and spat on her

'An animal in human form' indeed.

He stood up, clad himself, and proceeded, fulfilled,

staggering and swaying from left to right,

perambulating on a spot, like the palm wine drunkard he is.

He vanished into thin air, oblivious of his atrocities.

But, in shambles, walked this little girl,

Blood trickled down her thighs and sweat slid down her spine mixed with the droplets of the rain.

Limping, leaning on the railings, leaping until she got to her abode; 

She wept.

She cried as if her tears were the source of the downpour}".

'My grandmother says:

"I know you've received tons of advice, but not one word of consolation.

Not even a blurry figure to tell:

'This is where it hurts,

But let me tell you something about shattered mirrors.

Though, broken, it is still as useful notwithstanding,

'The shattered mirror from afar is not different from a new one nearby'

Just like the star, far or near, it would always be the tipsy twinkling globe engulfed with shining brittly glitters.

My child, you're a star,

Shattered or broken you're like the reflection of the sun and moon on the ocean; Untouchable.

There's just one thing you need to know.

The answers to this crossroad aren't hidden,

The cure for your pains lies within,

Forgive your past and strengthen your existence.