The little girl runs to her mother,
Wails and wails.
“What’s wrong sweetie?”
“I lost Mr. Snuffles.”
Searching to and fro,
Time and time again,
Nothing is found.
“Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll get another.”
The comfort is futile.
She strays away.
Are vivid in her mind.
Found in a simple plaything.
Found in a loyal friend.
The walls are transcending to grey.
The hallways stretch on for miles.
Her room is desolate and defeated.
Children posters shrivel up and fall.
Toys are melting into the ground.
Staring off into the horizon of her window
Trees are blowing ashes in the wind.
The night sky falls down upon her.
She makes a slight turn and sees it,
A slight nudge of hope
Shining from corner of her bed.
Energy is surged into overdrive.
As she rushes forward
A single bird takes flight
Depicting a reason of happiness.
Squeezing little hands
Between bed and wall
A piece of her heart
Is found again.
She clutches it to the center of her chest.
A vow to never let go.
Blurring light is beginning to shine.
Color is returning to the eyes
Of a young girl.
Trees are sprouting from the ground
All sorrow is forgotten.