Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

She swings

Her pale skin, stark against her grey dress,

She rocks on the swings in the park.

She has a secret that you would never guess,

It's something that would tear at your heart.

She watches the children as they play.

Never being invited to join their fun.

On that swing, alone she stays,

Beneath the burning sun.

The others ignore her, only glancing her way,

And continuing to shout and laugh.

But still on the swing she sways,

Thinking of the end she was cast.

She wishes she could join the others.

Even hold her family as they cry.

Knowing she can longer play with her brothers,

Since the day she died.