Memories of joy, now tainted with pain
the little girl runs down the stairs
with tears of sorrow cascading
feelings too heavy to be said
She remembers describing it
as a house of memories
now feels like walking through
the gate with great misery
As she looks back,
she searches for the child, in her dread soul
laughter and tears entwine
a bittersweet reminder of this piece of time forsaken
Fleeting glimpses of past
reflecting regret in the ocean of the little girl’s eyes
she drifts off to the dreamland’s haze
convincing herself, this is just another nightmare’s daze
The day has finally arrived,
she stands tall with pride in her eyes
tangled thoughts yet arise in her already battling mind
she spreads her wings and soars up high in sky
leaving her fears to slowly die
Little did she know
what new storms would brew
though one thing was certain
she wasn’t just a little girl anymore
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The Night Owl (
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Comments2
Time teaches many lessons although not all of them are pleasant. Very nice
that's right,thanks for reading!
Beautiful write Owl!
Thanks a lot!
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