THE INVISIBLE

The little girl sits in the corner of her room and cries.

She sits there late in the evening and weeps as the darkness of the night curls all around her. Nobody knows, and to her it feels like nobody cares. It has been like this for some time. The joy that she once knew, as only a child can ever know, was one day just gone.

All of her toys lay scattered across the floor, untouched and forgotten, her pens and inks, paint pots and paper all remain tucked away in her desk drawer hidden from her sight.

The magic is gone...and so she weeps.

I stand there as a ghost and watch, she does not know I am there -- there is no way for me to reach her and give comfort.  I scream at her sleeping parents, but they slumber on and make not a single stir.

I watch...I watch the tears slide down her face like tiny porcelain beads glittering in the moonlight, I watch her cross her legs and tuck them under one another as she gazes out her window to the starless night sky.

I yearn to comfort her, but she sees me not.

Reviews

[navah74]

This is the second story I read from this author and after reading it I had to go back and read his bio simply because I needed to know more about this incredible author. Great piece.

[A Boy In The World]

Thanks for the kind words. Very appreciated.