The lost child found her way home…🦋

There once was a child who needed to belong to somebody. That somebody didn’t want the burden of her care.

There once was a child who was looking for a guiding hand. That hand was outstretched to her, but not with kind intention.

There once was a child who was desperate to be wholly loved. Her request was denied because she couldn’t always behave right.

There once was a child who needed a role model to look up to. Indeed, she did look up only to see everyone looking down upon her.

There once was a child who wished she could run into safe arms. If only she could run away at all.

Years later…..

There once was a child who grew up to be the girl who never needed anyone because no one was ever there.

The girl found the key to belonging and she went, unlocking the child from the need to belong with anyone but herself.

The girl learned to love herself, though her mistakes were many, and she taught the child the meaning of acceptance and grace.

The girl became strong, and rather than looking for a hand to pull her up, she became the hand reaching out to the children just like her.

The girl built a life that she never needed to run away from and became a safe haven for the restless and the wandering souls, for she had been one too.

The child was finally home where she belonged, where she was loved, where she was free. Her home is within me.

~Ankita Benedicta Minz~