12 February 2013
Life on the move, shunted from pillar to post, Strife on the run, abandoned by another host.
A file in a drawer, a statistic without a name, Another girl whose life will never be the same.
How can she run away when she has no home to run from? Did her mother runaway from loving her, or did she ever have hopes for what she could become?
Why would she follow the rules she is constantly reminded of, Support can't compensate for a lack of family love.
It's only pain and confusion that keeps her running, Already outcast from a society callously shunning.
Outer skin hardened by years being neglected, Tormented soul weakened by a future being rejected.
Sheltered from abuse by strangers supposed to protect her from harm, A system that is blind to the hurt that causes the marks on her arm.
The world taken from under her feet like a discarded rug, I see the sadness in her eyes and want to give her a hug.
Another lost child traced but can her childhood ever be found? No hope, no future, like seeds scattered on barren ground.
I return her to the life of meetings and social care plan, In the knowledge she will escape one day, if she can.
I offer her hollow words of comfort but her shrug says it all, I tell her to ask for me next time, before leaving to the next call.
Returning home, I hug my daughter tight and ask how was her day, I shed a tear because no one will ask the lonely runaway
Runaway • Opuss № I