The Deserted Child!

A frail frame of a girl
Body rail thin from malnutrition.
As though life was not a gift,
Created not from love but a myth,
She inhabited a temporary prison.
Professed to love her Father.
The who should have provided for her.
Yet as, she stood up alone
She professed allegiance to him.
Not knowing his intentions.
She trusted and had confidence in him
Until she realized after the passing of time.
She has long been forsaken.

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