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Lost Girl
where does the little girl go?
where does she go?
I want to tell her it’s ok to need the wind
whipping through her long, wild hair
when her soft, bare feet have
grown calloused, running
out of lush, green grass and
her face no longer basks
unapologetically in the sun
where does she go?
I want to tell her it’s ok to need to be held
by those supposed to love you most
when her arms cease reaching
upwards to be cradled against
her mother’s breast,
and her chin becomes too wise
to rest on her father’s shoulder
Where does she go?
I want to tell her it’s ok to need to feel safe
inside her own skin
when her eyes that once searched
the skies for every visit by the moon
now settle downward, her heart hiding
within musky, dog-eared pages,
escaping under shady backyard trees
where does the little girl go?
Published 26th Sep 2021
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26th Sep 2021 3:06am
27th Sep 2021 11:07pm
26th Sep 2021 5:25am
Dear L,
Within this poem my entire life flashed before me. How fast the phases of life fly by and extinguish themselves. Exquisitely written. Copycat Summerrain75. Beautiful write. H🌷
Within this poem my entire life flashed before me. How fast the phases of life fly by and extinguish themselves. Exquisitely written. Copycat Summerrain75. Beautiful write. H🌷
27th Sep 2021 11:07pm
Anonymous
26th Sep 2021 12:20pm
This is really beautiful. And so very relatable.
27th Sep 2021 11:08pm
26th Sep 2021 7:22pm
Perfect example of what I'm often gently suggesting, don't be afraid to be vulnerable and establish immediate intimacy with your reader. Imbue the milieu with your presence, allow a 3 dimensional spiritual avatar to envelop your reader. It takes courage and subtlety of awareness in equal measures. It's beautifully elegant and a pleasure to experience you again my friend.
27th Sep 2021 11:09pm
18th Oct 2021 9:23pm
Innocence withering away with time. Great spill Luna. The images your spoke about are heart tugging, when our children grow and yet we see them a little, still in our arms.
Wonderful ink.
Wonderful ink.
18th Oct 2021 10:56pm
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23rd Dec 2021 5:25pm
Tender words have touched that little one within, thank you for sharing such a vulnerable place.
23rd Dec 2021 11:06pm
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