Suitcase tattered and torn
Filled with everything she owned
Stuffed pink rabbit clutched within her tiny hands
Face filled with confusion
Eyes filled with tears
Heart filled with fear
Once again she was taken
To another place
To grow and live
Again and again
A recycled child
Passed around a system
That doesn't seem quite fair
Her hope starts to dwindle
Her trust and faith are breaking
As every night she wishes
To be found
To be given a chance in the world
To find a family that would love her
Show her kindness
And help to wipe away the tears
To teach her how to smile
To believe in a world that had done her wrong
No more dark closets
No more days without food
No more nights alone outside
No more sleeping in the rain
No more physical and emotional pain
She just wanted a place to go
A place to belong
No more suitcase tattered and torn
No more moving to and from
To finally have a family
That is all she wants
Because when she finally has that
She will, at last, be forever home
- Tia Dalu Souhrada
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