POETRY | TRIOLET

An Abandonment of the Innocent

An orphan plight

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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.