I saw a little girl and she was sat in the dark,
I watched her through a window as she sat there alone,
the little girl had a lighter and was trying to create a spark,
where her parents were – was still unknown.
I pressed my face up close to see into her eyes,
however her hair was like a veil,
this was an armour – a disguise,
you would only see her face in a strong gale.
This little girl put down her lighter,
she gently walked over to the window,
I felt eager to save her and invite her,
My aim to rescue – to become her hero.
We placed our hands against each others,
up against the glass – so close but so distant,
it was clear neither of us had been mothered,
the girl and I pulled away – becoming resistant.
Our pain was too engulfing – too present,
my shame swept over me – I stepped back,
the little girl returned to her torment,
the air became cold – the little girl faded into pitch black.
This Little Girl – By Charlotte Farhan