Little Girl on the Pier

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(This poem was inspired by a painting I have of a little girl sitting on a pier staring out at the ocean. In the portrait, all you can see is her back. The painting is by Adoph Sehring. I often see myself in this painting.....because during my abuse, I would escape in my mind to the ocean. And I can very well imagine myself sitting on a pier, thinking and wondering if life would get better.)

She sat down on the pier,
So quiet, so very small;
She stared at the foam-capped waves
And listened to the seagull's call.

She did not frolic;
She did not play;
She had no friends
That came her way.

She sat there for the longest time,
At least an hour or two;
Rarely is there such a little girl
With nothing at all to do.

She did not make a castle,
Or squish her toes into the sand;
She just stared at the ocean blue,
Never glancing back at the land.

She seemed so lonely sitting there;
A sad look upon her face;
I could not help but wonder
What had brought her to this place.

She sat alone on the pier,
So quiet, so very small;
She stared at the foam-capped waves
And listened to the seagulls call.

Words

They beckon to me...

flowing

like a stream,

gentling my soul,

guided by spirit,

shared with those

who care to listen

to the quiet whispers

of one who is searching.