Revised poem

Lonely Child

By Christie Cottom

She was alone as usual with no one to guide her.
A family of six but where they were, she had no idea.
There she laid in the darkness, with her hands together, praying for a second chance.
Her stomach ached of nausea with knowing she would only be more of a disappointment.
Her sighs and moans crying for forgiveness.
But no one was there to even be disappointed.
She was only fifteen, scared and pregnant.
Carrying a daughter of her own but longing to belong as one her own.

Her pillow case now saturated with wet worries and disbelief.
She found the strength to stand on her feet.
With blood shot eyes and wobbly knees she walked the halls of the house her family called a home.
She yelled out for her mother but no response.
The sound of her barefoot steps on the wood floor was the only familiar sound she often heard.
Only the echoes of empty rooms and belongings of people she barley knew.
She held her arms tight to her abdomen and continued to walk as she felt her baby move.
Just then she realized that she was no longer crippled with being blue.
Somebody was actually with her in that cold frightful place.
She stood up tall and wiped away the tears and chose to no longer look for her long lost mother.

The halls now warm and her loneliness disappeared.
Smiling from a glow that she once feared.
She promises her baby girl she will never be abandoned.
They lay back down together with both hearts beating in sync.
Her anguish surrendered, her heartache soothed, she found her happiness’s lost link.
She’s no longer a child with a secret and no longer alone
No more desperate sorrows to be shown, all holes in her emptiness sewn.