The Little Girl

If her minds eye,

could only see,

the little girl,

inside of me.

Blink and she’ll be missed.

To be noticed her only wish.

A women now,

she has become.

Yet emotions all undone,

intertwined, tangled, enmeshed.

To tight to unwind.

To complex to define.

This little girl,

with reaching arms,

Is crushed by the womans disregard.

If her mind’s eye,

could only see,

the little girl inside of me.

I wish.

Linda Booth


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