The Pain Rose

Anita Grace Simpson
open my tired eyes
to the neon-bright light
my heart beats faintly --
the pain rose with the sun.

a little girl in a yellow dress
walks sadly through my mind
she is alone -- alone --
alone and empty and wanting

I am that little girl.
I know her pain.
I know that what was taken
from her was precious.

she is precious.

lost and alone and tired and empty
I walk with her
and the leaves fall like my tears
and the pain rises with the sun.

Published by Anita Grace Simpson

Born and raised in the East Texas Piney Woods, I have been writing since age 10. At present I write and create digital images/video on a freelance basis.  View profile

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  • cathiesbloggs4/17/2008

    this breaks my heart !!...so many other "little girls"..and now...grown ladies...have went through this too !!...your writing is a healing for you and it is healing for others who have gone through this !!!...You have such a gift for poetry !!!!

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