Little Girl Lost

Release me from this frame of mind
carved of virgin wood
fed by worry and anticipation
selling all my secrets to anyone who’ll listen
for a plug-nickel and spare time

My past has come to haunt me
standing squarely in my footprints
and travelling beyond

Can’t pinpoint my greatest fear
or designate my weakest moment
anticipating agony no matter how I view it

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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