Geneva Lorrain

She was just a child
BY GENEVA LORRAIN

She was just a child

then

sitting
standing
waiting
looking at the trees and mountains
trying to see her escape
and
what she should be...

Not there.

Why not?

Not there, my child. Not there.

She saw the hawks floating on wind currents
and looked at them so free.
She looked at their wings
and yearned to fly up into the air...

Not there.

Why not?

Not there, my child. Not there.

She watched the streams flow down,
its clear and crystal breath bubbled
and she looked for her truths within
so she could follow with the silver and golden trouts...

Not there.

Why not?

Not there, my child. Not there.



Mountains turn into deserts
deserts into oceans
youth into old age
life into death

Seek your place in
An alchemy of many worlds
with hymnals of energy that exists within.



That world will never fail you, child, never.