Sep 05
poem 0 comments challenge: Twist


: A smile the mask The Little Girl paints on her face each and everyday.
The pain she feels, yet leaves bottled up, is breaking she is slowly letting it all RAIN. Each time it cracks all of the emotions she's kept curled up and hidden come gushing out; like blood oh, the pain it brings. The Little Girl  is slowly drowning in the voices. She can feel as if her life is an echo; it repeats over and over like a song on loop. slowly fading disappearing into the black void that once was bright.

In the end the SUN comes for her.                                                                                                                                                       
Come, come calls the Sunshine. it peeks out of the sky proud and mighty. Smiling lovingly for all to see.
Come, to me.
Praise me.            
My sun has come.
The shadows hide away from the Little Girl. For it’s too bright to see.
the sun shines with luminous lights.
Come, come it sings.                                                                                                                                                             
Shining down on thee.