Girl
Heart burning with yearning,
She took a wrong turning
Into a gallery of memories
And swam through tides of tears,
With sparse islands of happiness.
She held a book of photographs
Stepped warily into the past
That could not and never did last.
This girl, enveloped in love,
Frailty, boldness
And loneliness,
Stared at tear stained fingers.
How many fingertip skins had been shed?
How many heartbreaks had bled
A little more light from her soul?
A silent TV
Proclaimed silent laughter,
The child slept innocence above,
She sipped at what was lost
Not counting the cost,
With heart burning, yearning, for love.
Took herself into a velvet room
With crumpled bed,
Where words were softly said.
Damp eyes looked up
Through all that was real,
Could no longer conceal,
Her Frailty, boldness
And loneliness.
The child spoke loudly
To his sleep wizard,
Saying his Mum is the Bestest in the World.
She heard
And stirred from depression.
She looked at the phone,
It came to life
She picked up,
She was no longer alone.
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