Someone's Coming

Little girl- huddled-

Hugging herself tight.

Waiting for someone to tell her

Everything’s alright.

Keeping her eyes open,

Staring at the light

Under the doorway.

All alone, in silence

She fears the worst;

She has been forgotten.

She did not come first.

She wipes her own tears now.

She believes she is a curse

In an ugly world.

So she stays in her bedroom, crying quietly.

She spins ‘round and ‘round.

Looking for solace in old pictures-

But there is nothing to be found.

A pile of wrecked memories

Scattered about the ground.
So quiet,            she gasps

At the sound
Of footsteps.

Someone's coming...

** This poem was recently published in George Mason University's literary magazine, Volition (2011)