You left me where the rain begins
a blanket thin,a cardboard rim,
the crying sky my only kin.
No name, no cry you stayed to hear,
just footsteps fading,sharp and clear,
and cold that crept in,year by year.
The puddle held me like a grave,
a tiny soul the night could not save,
a child the wind learned to crave.
But somewhere past the drowning street,
a light glowed steady,gentle, sweet.
A door swung wide,two arms, two feet—
They lifted me from concrete gray,
wiped all the storm and shame away.
I am not orphaned now,they say.
They call me daughter. In their hold,
I’m more than story left in cold.
I’m wanted,worthy, brave, and bold.
The rain still falls, but now I know—
not every leaving lets you go.
Some hearts arrive to help you grow.
And in the warmth, I softly sleep,
no longer wounds too wide or deep.
Love found me where the puddles weep.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
You left me where the rain begins
a blanket thin,a cardboard rim,
the crying sky my only kin.
No name, no cry you stayed to hear,
just footsteps fading,sharp and clear,
and cold that crept in,year by year.
The puddle held me like a grave,
a tiny soul the night could not save,
a child the wind learned to crave.
But somewhere past the drowning street,
a light glowed steady,gentle, sweet.
A door swung wide,two arms, two feet—
They lifted me from concrete gray,
wiped all the storm and shame away.
I am not orphaned now,they say.
They call me daughter. In their hold,
I’m more than story left in cold.
I’m wanted,worthy, brave, and bold.
The rain still falls, but now I know—
not every leaving lets you go.
Some hearts arrive to help you grow.
And in the warmth, I softly sleep,
no longer wounds too wide or deep.
Love found me where the puddles weep.
Sigh of a abandoned girl child.