Little girl lost,
left alone in the dark.
There are no monsters
in the closet,
merely the ones trapped—
flying wildly—
crashing into the
constraining walls of her head.

Little girl lost,
trapped in her memories.
An unorganized collection
of mass and matter,
photos, but no idea where
they’re from—
chaos in matter,
breaking her.

Little girl lost,
afraid of tomorrow.
For all she’s seen was
agony, screams reverberating
in a head
unable to separate
right from wrong,
fact from fiction.

Little girl lost,
wanting to be free.
Unsure of where her door is,
there can be
no way out;
but she’s searching,
and it’s a start.

Little girl lost,
feeling through the dark.
Touching, feeling the wall—
and what! a bump—
the light.
Light floods her prison
and she realizes
she’s not lost after all.

Little girl found
for it was self-induced.
The cruel world
she was trapped in
was her own creation,
a swirling mass of
confusion and chaos—
no longer hers.