Thoughts on Recovery

Thoughts on Recovery

I am guest blogging here. This is actually a piece from this blog.

The Little Girl

The little girl

Learned how to dance,

That summer,

Spinning and twirling

Into worlds unchartered.

That little girl,

Evolved into

Something much more

That summer

As her heart began to thump

Like a grown up

And she knew

What it meant to love.

That little girl,

So young

And exploring

Venturing into all

The realms unknown.

Trusting

With blind faith

And love.

But, times grow tough

And we are all starving

And Sick.

That little girl,

Whose heart once thumped

With pleasure

And a heart swell

Of emotion

Sits out in the rain

Tears steady fall

And the pieces of her

Broken heart

Lie shattered

In the mud.

The little girl,

Grew dark

And daring

And really twisted.

As she fell

Further and further

From the summer…

Living in the cold

And wintry

Months
Of the living dead.

The rains keep falling.

And she fears

The sun can never shine.

That little girl,

Still lives

Somewhere

Deep, deep inside.

And she wonders

When the music

Turned black.

And she wonders

If

She still knows

How to dance…