The New Child

The New Child
By: Crystalina A. Scales 

There was once a child whose eyes were deep with affliction, she spoke in such grace and reserved manner no one minded her nature to avoid familiarities with others. Despite such hardness in her eyes the beauty of the world mystified the child. Her first word being “flower”, the colours and slight rays of light that would glisten off moist petals in the mornings. Her curiosity of the world had never ceased, becoming a lingering thirst for more, but there was a lot of sadness and horror she had seen as well in the beauty, too much to bear at times. Her soul became heavy at such a young age and breaking free of a common life that she saw so many fall into would be her striving hope to conquer.

She felt there was something inside her wanting to show everything and nothing at the same time. A potential for greatness with a tint of malicious nature, it’ a fine balance but it is with most things in this world.

Sitting on her fathers lap, curling her fingers along his worn out collar she gazed within his eyes and wondered what kind of beauty he saw in her. 

© 2010 Crystalina A. Scales