Ray Zottola Poet Free verse

Tears On a Page

Only ten is she.
Assailable as a child can be.
Her mind drifts, worry at best, fear at worst.

Her ally is her art that expresses it so vividly.
The face that she wears on the page,
a tear drop just below each eye.
This is her identity. Her surroundings exposed.

Can you see her pain,
hidden behind those beautiful eyes?
She wants to be loved like little girls do,
The doll she embraces wants love too.

Through art,  her heart is uncovered.
The tears so vivid on the face of a shadowed image.
She is that face.

Rejected by a mothers sin 
who can relieve her from this life she navigates, but one friend she holds dear to her heart.
Untended, wasted and forsaken  but by God.
If she can find Him.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Vince Suzadail Jr. June 10, 2025 at 1:43 PM Right on the money. I worked a psych hospital for kids and your poem is as real as it gets. some parents should not have children. Ray Zottola June 10, 2025 at 2:40 PM Vince, first, thank you for taking the time to read this poem. You bet! We helped to rescue this doll from harm. She now lives in a good home. Thanks again, Z

Vince Suzadail Jr. June 10, 2025 at 1:43 PM Right on the money. I worked a psych hospital for kids and your poem is as real as it gets. some parents should not have children.

Panagiota Romios March 12, 2023 at 1:17 PM Ray, can you clarify “ rejected by a mothers sin”. Anyway the poem is touching Pangie I find children quite able to overcome their parents weaknesses. Ray Zottola March 13, 2023 at 2:44 PM We tried to rescue 4 children in our neighborhood. The mother brought the police. She wants them for the welfare. Her sin! Sad I am. Jayla, a beautiful 10 year old, drew a picture with tears in her eyes. Then I wrote "tears on a page". My eyes were teared looking at the drawing. So sad! Her brother didn't speak a word at 8 years until I made him breakfast. We talked for the hour. Im sad!

Ondeng Moses Otieno December 5, 2022 at 11:28 PM Great poem. Whenever we feel lost and stranded,God will always be there to show us the way. Ray Zottola December 9, 2022 at 6:57 AM A little girl we tried to give anew, until her mother decided to re-enter her life and take her back to the misery. Thank you for taking the time to read it!