Excuse me, but can you help me out?
You see, I swear she was right here
Right where I left her
Freckled faced, dishwater blonde
Grass stained knees, teeth too big, legs too short
Heart as big as the ocean
Curious, hopeful, trusting
Blue eyes open wide to a world of possibilities
Dreams bigger than her small corner of the world
You see, I went on ahead
I promised to come back for her some day
But I got lost along the way
I got lost in chasing those dreams down dead end streets
I got distracted by the promises made by those who did not deserve that trust
Curiosity outweighed caution, hope was replaced by despair
My blue eyes are too clouded by tears to see anything apart from impossibility
My knees are scraped and bloodied
My teeth broken on screams that no one hears
My heart drowns in an ocean of what could’ve been
My freckles are replaced with age marks and my dishwater blonde has faded to grey
So now, I have come back
I have come back to find that piece of me I left behind for a rainy day
The piece of me who remains innocent, unjaded, untarnished by all this life has done to me
I have come back to reclaim her, to remember
What it feels like to be young, hopeful, trusting
To dream….
So, can you help me out?
You see, I swear she was right here…..
Amazing poem! Haunting! Reading along, I wasn’t sure where the poem was going (though it was foreboding!). And to discover that the missing girl is the poem’s adult narrator looking back — ” to reclaim her, to remember/
What it feels like to be young, hopeful, trusting.”
Such a powerful shift! Well done!
Thank you!
Very powerful. It is poems like this one that tell me the impact of words and of life. Thank you for sharing.