Little Girl Lost

These walls

White
When I first saw them

Thinking

How nice, pristine
Clean

A place to make you safe again

Now you

Dead and blue

This was not supposed to be your tomb

No

This is not where your life was to be stored

Drawered
Labeled
Tabled
Stitched and Defined

There are no records here

Of smiles
Laughter
Hand to hold when the world seemed amiss

And I can do nothing – nothing

But stand there
Slack-jawed

Mountains of oceans pouring from my eyes

Screaming no, in my mind
Out of my mouth

Over and over

Do-over

Bring you back

To

Mommy’s womb