Little Girl
She touches, feels the bone, but is it really there or is hidden behind mounds of flesh that she hides.
Hides behind the red hair that makes the insecurities of a little girl lost in the world that is much bigger than her own.
Dazed & confused she looks in the mirror wishing for that one wish to come true so that she can finally be free from the guilt she consumes or the fears she gains.
Will she finally be free from the month’s, year’s, days of suffer she has endured from societies pressure’s growing intensely day by day only to be crushed by that hope only to have that hope disappear?
Every time she tries to climb back up that latter only to stumble back down to the sidewalk and to be casted into her own dark shadows that a wait her taunting her , calling her back to the darkest depths of despair only to find that her only last glimmer of hope as disappeared.
Copyright © Lisette Nichols | Year Posted 2012
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