Little Girl Who Once Was

Looking back on a life that once was, and hoping for that life once more.

It has been long since my pen has touched paper

and undoubtedly, my faith has come to waver.

This life I want to enjoy, but can't seem to savor:

What am I doing?

What am I proving?

The control I have on my life is no longer soothing.

Am I the person I always wanted to become?

The little girl I once was who smiled easily and had fun

Oh, where has she gone?

The girl with moxie and confidence

yet a cold, unyielding heart has taken residence

creating a selfish and calculating presence.

The golden heart of that little girl

is now nothing but a jaded pearl;

not pink, not cream, but black with a single gold swirl.

That confident girl is there somewhere

searching, seeking, hoping for a glimpse of air

amidst the blackened snare.

What am I doing?

What am I proving?

The love and confidence of that little girl is what I want to be choosing.

Reviews

[Michael V]

I like. I made me think of myself. I may not be a girl but we all have and inner joy that is pure. Thank you for the work!