Moonlight and Mangos
There once was a little girl
Who got tangled in
a beautiful rose bush.
She called for help
But nobody came
She struggled and cried
As the thorns cut her deeply
As she fell to her knees
In pain and sadness
She looked up to God,
and asked why
he would do this to her…
As she looked up to the sky
The dark clouds parted
And the Sun shined bright
The girl smiled
And stopped calling for help
regaining her strength
She untangled her hair from the stems and pulled the thorns from her dress
She stood strong,
yet visibly damaged from the struggle
Her dress dirty and torn
Her hair knotty and frayed
She proudly told the tale of how despite her unanswered calls for help, she was able to save herself
But nobody heard her…
They questioned where she had been and criticized her appearance,
Telling stories of how
she may have torn her dress
and messed up her hair
They shook their heads in disgust
and turned their backs to her…
She stood in shock before
turning and walking away alone.
