Little Girl on the Pier

(This poem was inspired by a painting I have of a little girl sitting on a pier staring out at the ocean.  In the portrait, all you can see is her back.  The painting is by Adoph Sehring.  I often see myself in this painting.....because during my abuse, I would escape in my mind to the ocean.  And I can very well imagine myself sitting on a pier, thinking and wondering if life would get better.)

She sat down on the pier,

So quiet, so very small;

She stared at the foam-capped waves

And listened to the seagull's call.

She did not frolic;

She did not play;

She had no friends

That came her way.

She sat there for the longest time,

At least an hour or two;

Rarely is there such a little girl

With nothing at all to do.

She did not make a castle,

Or squish her toes into the sand;

She just stared at the ocean blue,

Never glancing back at the land.

She seemed so lonely sitting there;

A sad look upon her face;

I could not help but wonder

What had brought her to this place.

She sat alone on the pier,

So quiet, so very small;

She stared at the foam-capped waves

And listened to the seagulls call.