‘The Little Girl’
The little girl was brought up in a house of flowers
Grew up dancing with wolves
Learnt how to start fires
Cried without every being soothed.
The little girl always wore that same dress
With them same shoes
She won’t change, unless
Everybody else chooses to.
The little girl never remembered dates
Only knew of ‘Today’
For ‘Tomorrow’ she couldn’t bear to wait
Nor could she bear to stay.
The little girl ran away to the Spring
Winter inspired a baron reason
She chose to be a fruitful being
Even in a temporal season.
Carrying her own tune and song
Running after the Season, kicking up dirt
Creating behind a menacing storm
Because, behind, in the past is where she hides her hurt.
Not knowing how to express with words
She chases after the ‘Day’
Like a once captive bird
Fleeing to the sky, paving her own way.
– N-G (2015)
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