That Little Girl

I still remember that little girl who didn’t like sharing her toys, but swirled in the hurricane and snatched away her joys. I still remember that little girl, singing blissfully all day long; but rapped in the hurricane and she forgot her happy song. I still remember that little girl dancing gleefully in the rain, but nudged in the hurricane and she never forgot pain. I still remember that little girl who relished swings and rides, but swung in the hurricane and away from the green she now hides. I still remember that little girl with fantasies of fame, but slandered in the hurricane and she buried her own name. I still remember that little girl with dreams that of kings, but seized in the hurricane and broke her beautiful wings. I still remember that little girl, wondering where she might be; lost somewhere in her childhood, that little girl was me.