The Road to a Child Lost

Where is that little girl I hid so very long ago?

Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow and dry up what has been torn

Maybe tomorrow all that is left of me will be gone

My heart has been broken

I look to the sky to find comfort

But feel I have lost my way and cannot fly

I want to be happy and show the world who I am

But I have locked myself away and lost the key

Sometimes I see her in the mirror or her reflection on the water

I don't know where to grasp her

She is lost and scared of her past

But not all bad cannot out weigh the good

It just feels like the bad is so black that it is smothering the essence of me

I want to find myself and nurture and take care of her

To make her feel welcomed, where she had never been welcomed before

In her own mind, body, spirit, heart, and soul
 

Author's Note

Some more of my spoken word. There is no rhyme or reason. Just my emotions. I wrote this when I was 19 after a very controled relationship. I started to realize that I was wearing a mask, and I was emotionally stunted. I buried the little girl that my daddy called Jenny.

Reviews

[Y.F.]

I can relate - I was forced to bury myself for a few years, in which I was forced into things I could never agree to.
Once that period was over it took me a long time to dig up my remains and become who I was, and up until now I feel like something is still missing.

We should always try and better ourselves, but we can't forget who we are.
We should build on top of our own foundations - there's no point in reinventing ourselves completely, or try to be someone else.
At the end of the day, if we don't have ourselves, we have nothing.

A great and powerful write, which doesn't really need a "rhyme or reason". :)

[Debra Stevens Edwards (..]

This is a wonderful piece about looking for healing. It is normal to hide for a while but if you hide too long. It can become a habit. Nicely expressed.
Hugs Debby