A Broken Spirit

The spirit was broken,

In need of help, it could not fly.

A little girl stood watching, always nearby.

She asked the spirit softly,

"Why are you crying? What is wrong?"

"Something is not right," the spirit replied, "I haven't any will to go on."

"Surely it can't be that bad," the young girl said, "see the sun? it shines!"

"The world is cruel," came the answer, "I've been beaten down too many times."

"Well, you are still here," the girl pressed, "it seems you haven't died."

The spirit looked up, and she recognized a glow the girl held inside,

"Years from now, little one, you will face many things. Hurtful and sad, you will lose your will as well."

"What about the good things?" She questioned, and picked up a flower, "here, smell."

The spirit couldn't help but smile then, this small being too young to understand.

She saw now that in fact, she hadn't died, and so held out her hand.

"So it is you that I have lost little girl, I have needed you all along."

The little girl smiled up at her spirit, her glow becoming so strong,

"When you are broken dear spirit, and can no longer fly, come find me. I promise I am always nearby."