There it was
Like a tsunami
Moving in on a day
At the beach
Just like that
The old life
GONE
And all that remains
Are shadows
I mean, I had suspected
I even entertained
But those words
Passed like a ghost
At the foot of the bed
Awaiting for the ONE
Who had the ability to see
Acknowledge
And release
Like a yoke
My spirit carried
The question and the answer
The weight assigned
It wasn't based in strength
Capacity by creation
Generations of ab use
Now at the end
The cycle is complete
...and REVELATION has brought RESTORATION
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-02-2026
Outside, inside,
Up and down,
To the upside of the downside
To my final step, and the squeak of a shrew
I am the rock that bears the weather
And the fire that eats the heather
I am the self in selfish desires, as
I float higher and higher and
I dream in my cadavered recumbency
To but fall down, and
Drown in the salt of the sea.
Slashed sweetness of my sweet seventeen
Burns with the berevity, and
A brisk bleed
As I succumb to my disease.
So let the wind whisk away my cares
Let the naked air style my hair
And I'll wear what I'll wear
Let me orbit the stars between my scars, and
Let me be, let me...
That little year died years ago
And nobody noticed
Now all they say is
How did that sweet little girl
Turn into this horrid creature
Now all i say is
Its ok i wouldnt choose me either
Every thing i do is never the right thing to do
Maybe I deserve this all
Why just why
Why am i still here
Because your born into a life
Where the hands that made you were just sculpting you To fit in
Now you live in a world
You don't fit in or stand out you're just in this middle ground
Numbness that you can't really feel what's going on around
Now you hide everything and never let them know the real you.
I have the label but the label doesn't help
They dont listen to what i need
To smart to need help
Not smart enough to constantly act
I beet myself up to the point of bruise and scars
But im attention seeking im being dramatic
That's the life of a broken girl
That broken girls me
Little girl lost
Without emotion
She floats on concrete
Shoes uffed over puddles
Running toward mommie
But mommie doesn't
Understand how to
feed this little
girl who is lost
And so without hope
And stranded in a
Rain Forrest she
Opens her diary
But only to close it
Without the words
She is lost for words
Lost without money
She chokes on P & B
Sandwiches
But stumiks the upsets
Of a broken Vail in her belly
She hides and trys to find somber
Sweet melodies
That will put her to sleep
Little girl lost
That's what people call her
In prison now
Hooked up to a mic now
She checks "1" 1 "2"
And speaks " who does really care"
This girl is gone and blue in the face
Of emotions
Final
Little girl lost.
Does anyone know who wrote this poem?
MY LITTLE GIRL FOLLOWS ME
A careful mother I must be,
a little girl follows me.
I would not dare go astray
for fear she’ll go the the self-same way.
I cannot once escape her eyes,
what’er she sees me do, she tries.
Like me, she says she’s going to be.
My little girl who follows me.
There is 4 more verses
The world is full of beauties, but not for me.
Bluebirds sing a song right in front of my cold tea.
And here I am, lying in the corner, watching—
“Catch the butterfly.” Oh, I guess spring is soon arriving.
The trophies on the shelf are losing their shine.
All the fields that took my sweat will be a gift too fine.
In this room, far away in the corner—why do you still come,
Every day at nine o’clock, to change the flowers and sit by the window to tell some
I will always carry my past with me, no matter the healing or growth I’ve put in; I will always carry that little girl inside.
That little girl who was always terrified, alone, and with anxiety eating her alive on the inside.
That little girl is usually quiet, but sometimes she stirs, awakened by memories.
But she remembers she can’t be hurt by those monsters who once haunted her day and night.
How she has grown and learned, healed, and forgave.
Panic will come and go.
But she will only become stronger with every passing day.
I felt like a ghost just the other day.
Standing by the schoolyard where children play.
Before I died, she was my little girl.
Always smiling when I gave her a twirl.
I felt so sad; I had left her so young,
I never should have bought that stupid gun.
I wish she could see me for just a while,
She’s looking right at me, oh what a smile.
Just a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes.
She used to spin around, dressed up in her tutu and crown, back when life seemed easy.
Little brown-eyed girl, still waiting to be set free from all the weight she carried.
That little girl, growing with each passing moment, letting the magical experiences become memories.
Letting herself become free of the past that once drained her.
she sits across the room and smiles so sweet;
no one is aware that underneath
she hides her pain from all around;
little girl lost, never to be found.
they say she's crazy, watch out for her,
she's not known to play well with others.
but if that's true , then all i can say
is maybe they should walk in her shoes for a day.
i think she's beautiful and strong for sure,
because in spite of all she's had to endure,
she can sit across the room and still smile at me.
you see, it's what's in her heart that sets her free.
we all have our crosses; some are harder to bear,
and when i feel like giving up, i'll see her sitting there,
smiling so sweet and hiding from the world
that brave and beautiful, that strong little girl.
Poem written by my little daughter
When I go to the park
I climb right up to the top of the slide and slither down quick the other side ..
I swing up high and then down low whirling round fast as I can go ...
I like to hang from the climbing frame and ride in the rocket for a spacious game ...
I run In the wild to fly my kite high and rescue it disappearing from the sky
I rush down the slopes right from the top and sometimes find I just can't stop .
I throw the ducks some bread to eat and mum buys me an ice cream treat ..
Sometimes my friends come too. I have lots of fun in the park , do you?
Museums
A place full of stories
Of art
Not just in the paintings
But in the people too
A little black girl walking hand in hand with her mother
Her eyes lit up in wonder
Wandering what she would discover
While she walks around
Spinning around
And jumping up and down
She doesn't see
That everytime she jumps the light reflecting on her beautiful brown skin makes it glimmer
Like little flecks of gold placed exactly
Like when the sun reflects a river
She doesn't see
The way her beaded braids move
Eagerly trying to catch up with her
Dancing in excitement
Enjoying this moment
Wishing she could forever stay this innocent
She shines like a diamond
She doesn't see
Her warm chocolate eyes
The way the brown melts peoples hearts
Her eyes alone could be artwork
An artwork that could instill innocence in every person It meets
Her eyes A superpower
That could bring people together
Just before she leaves
She looks at a final art piece
And for the first time she sees -
"Mommy it's me"
It was called the art of the reflection in the mirror
And when she looked in it she felt prettier
It hit me just today
I saw her in a whole new way
Birthday dinner, just her and I
A thought brought a tear to my eye
Has always been "my little girl"
Now she's about to face the world
Seen her grace of a woman before
Now seeing so much more
Just a girl of seventeen
Trying to find life and what it will bring
Overnight, a woman I see
Transformation into elegance and beauty
No longer a child to hold
She faces life with courage so bold
All grown up, she has no fear
Only memories remain of yesteryear
Last year to find herself true
Final shred of "little girl" for me to cling to
For soon she won't need mom anymore
When she walks through life's front door
So fulfilling- love to watch her grow
Still painful when I have to let her go
I know she is becoming the butterfly
Spreading her wings so she can fly
When I can't weather the storm
Many beautiful memories to keep me warm
This will help see me through
Into her future, she finally grew
She will always be a little girl to me
Her mother- I am proud to be
I held her first before the world,
A tiny hand, a dream unfurled.
So small she lay upon my chest,
My loudest heart, my quiet rest.
She looked at me with eyes so wide,
As if I’d hung the stars with pride.
And in that gaze, I clearly knew,
My life had found a purpose true.
I taught her how to tie her shoe,
To chase the sky, to love what's true.
But truth be told, with every year,
She taught me more than I did her.
She danced through days with scraped-up knees,
With wild hair and endless "please."
And I, the man who feared no height,
Would pray for her each stormy night.
She grew so fast—I blinked, she flew.
From bedtime tales to curfews too.
And every stage, each laugh and tear,
Etched memories I still hold dear.
She may not know the silent fears,
I hid behind encouraging cheers.
But every win she made her own
Was rooted deep in seeds I’d sown.
And now she walks with grace and fire,
A woman built of bold desire.
But still, no matter what she sees,
She’ll always be a part of me.
Not just my daughter—more than that—
The best of me, where love is at.
And though the world may call her grown,
She'll always be my little one.
I remember that little girl who never doubted what others said
I remember that little girl who believed that everyone was her friend
I remember her
I admire her
She was so innocent and had such a pure heart
She would cry when she realized not everyone was going to like her
I miss her
She trusted so blindly
She looked at life as her oyster and only saw good in the world
What a innocent pure little soul she was
Everything about her was so innocent and full of love
I miss the innocent me
I miss the girl who didn’t have to look over her shoulders because she was inexperienced to life
Life has changed me and I’m not who I used to be
I couldn’t care less if everyone disliked me
I can’t trust you because my experiences in life has taught me that I can’t
That little girl had her heads in the clouds and it was a great place to be
To the little girl I use to be
The innocent version of me
I guess I’ll only see you in my dreams
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