A young girl left to fend for herself
Just her and swamp and the birds
A tiny network keeping her afloat
Letting her believe that she is doing it all alone
A murder
Falling in love with the one person her age that shows her
kindness
A life spent in seclusion
On trial for being an abandoned child
A trial
She learns and persists
Writes and paints and builds her life
from the broken wreckage
of a family split in five
A verdict
All is not as it seems
Lines blur and the sky bends
just enough to where the moon is
secluded under the marsh
A life lived
Ohhhh, nice re-telling. And your ending stanza is a lovely image. Nice job.