POETRY | TRIOLET
An Abandonment of the Innocent
An orphan plight
Many people, for many reasons, feel rootless — but orphans and abandoned or abused children have particular cause. — Christina Baker Kline
The whispers of
suspicion,
surging swift and high,
surrounded by an unruly fate —
and in the lonely night, I weep.
I cannot do it unaided (anymore);
let me hear a
sweet voice that comforts me.
And I hear past voices
once dead now revived,
merely a butterfly trapped in past lies —
and misery knee-deep.
The whispers of
suspicion,
surging swift and high,
surrounded by an unruly fate —
and in the lonely night, I weep.
Please,
tell me I am
enough as me —
not a ditched soul dirt cheap.