A young child sits alone
It’s dark and cold with a slight odor of moisture
A house filled with people
and yet the child has never felt more alone
The only company kept is the childs thoughts
Unable to express emotion or feeling
The child is left to soundless and wordless expression
Often feeling pressure from the insanity kept inside
And still the child sits
Alone
Alone
Alone
Feeling as if the thoughts, emotions, feelings are
Scratching
Clawing
Screaming
to find a way out and be free
Free to explore
Free to learn more
Free to be oneself
A child sits alone
aching for the unknown
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Beautiful yet so sad!
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Wow..what wonderful imagery. I wanted to go look for this child to hold him/her and chase away the loneliness.
Found my way here via a monday blog hop and so look forward to reading more.
Julie
“aching for the unknown”
A lovely final image of hope and desperation and possibility.
Hello from Mingle Monday! That image and poem have such a chilling beauty.
Beautiful post!
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What a beautiful post, but it made me sad. I just want to hugg the little one!
Stopping by from the blog hop!