The Child Within

She Comforts the child Within The one that lived in darkness The black that spun into Her very soul She Paints the world in sepia her craft is not so crafty As it once was Everything is burnt Umber And the God that she once believed in, and tries to still, Can't see her anymore As he sees only the warmth And she lives in the icy blue. She Comforts the child Within The one that struggles to exist The one that sees everyday As a challenge And her world turns to Grey She Comforts the child Within Written for a contest in another site.