Little Ones Lost

Little Girl.

Eyes like deep, green infinity pools. Lose yourself in her laughter.

Blonde curls bouncing around her rosy cheeks.

All she wants is to be loved. Accepted. Noticed.

Daddy left and Mama turned to drugs.

Ignored. Damaged. We are thrown away. We are broken. We are lost.

Little Boy.

Blue eyes soft and pleading. Voice howling–yearning to be heard.

Black curls bouncing around a mischievous smile.

All he wants is to be loved. Accepted. Noticed.

Daddy left. Mama turned to drink and religion.

Ignored. Angry. We are thrown away. We are broken. We are lost.

What does she do? Turn to drugs? Write her story? Sell herself to other broken people?

What does he do? Turn to drugs? Make music? Commit violence towards other broken people?

She turns on herself. She turns inward. She starts cutting.

He turns on others. He turns outward. He starts hitting.

Little Girl Lost. Little Boy Lost. Can they find love? Acceptance?

Maybe, but how can they love when all they’ve known is hurt and disappointment?

When their only examples of Mother, Father, Wife and Husband are horrific examples?

Depression and Anxiety comes. Nightmares and Doubt come. Heartbreak and Devastation comes.

My heart weeps for the broken little children who cannot move past their pain.

Happy Fucking Father’s Day.