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