A Divorced Child

A Divorced Child

She sits alone, so full of love
Yet needing to scream at the world.
Her innocence lost, too early in life
Taken by those who claim to love her the most.

She screams into the vicious winds of reality
Frustrated by the silence left behind
Each fallen tear is wrapped with love and pain
As she struggles to distinguish the difference

Only embraced by the wind
Her heart is that of a rose
Never given the sun to bathe in
Alone in the chill of darkness it dies

With her arms weakened by the weight of life
She reaches for her memories of laughter
Hovering just beyond her fingertips
They taunt her as they fade into the black abyss

She remains a child needing to be held
yearning to be coddled in the warmth of love
Time will tell whether she reaches the light again
or she herself gets swept away into the darkness

By Brian K. Walters