The Littlest Girl
Maria Liu
Rain,The Story
With the key still in her hand,
She walked through the door.
Wondering,
If she could take much more.
She sat on the couch,
Trying to put every piece in place.
But they all felt so delicate,
As if they were made of lace.
After trying so hard,it was pointless,
Like climbing a high fence.
No matter how much she thought,
I wouldn't make any sense.
Why was it her?
Why did she have to fight them all?
What if she lost?
What would it be like to fall?
But then something clicked,
After all the time spent.
The message to her brain,
Was finally sent.
It wouldn't matter if she fell,
She would do her best.
And maybe one day,
Somebody would finish off the rest.
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