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The Lost Child

by Mandy Doerr

A beautiful child stands in a field
With arms opened.
Lost...
She doesn't understand why she's been left.
She just wants to be found and held closely.
She hides her tears inside,
Hoping she will be found.
Then, in the arms of love and safety,
She can set them free.
But no one comes......
The fear in her chest turns into an ache.
The ache deepens into pain.
The pain feels like a wedge in her chest.
She stands there waiting for the last blow
That will divide her assunder.
Yet she holds her arms out with childlike faith,
Hoping someone will come and remove the wedge,
Pick her up in their arms,
And with soft words,
Make her whole.
She doesn't ask for much...

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