Lost in a Festival of Hope

In confetti rain and laughter's tide, a tiny island stands alone,

A girl with eyes that hold the fear of shadows, a voice that's lost its home.

The festival, a kaleidoscope, a symphony of joyful cries,

But in her heart, a silent plea, a teardrop in disguise.

"Mama, Papa," whispers wind, through tangled, candy-floss hair,

"Where did you go? The carousel spins, but I don't see you there."

The painted faces, whirling lights, blur into a frantic scene,

Her tiny hand outstretched in hope, a fragile, desperate beam.

She clutches tight a teddy bear, its fur worn thin and gray,

A loyal friend in this loud storm, where shadows twist and play.

She doesn't know of broken vows, of needles sharp and cold,

Just remembers laughter's sting, a story never told.

For her, the festival's a dream, where love forgets its scars,

Where parents hold their children close, beneath the moonlit stars.

She waits, with hope a flickering flame, for arms that never come,

A melody of longing sung, by a heart that's yet to numb.

Oblivious to whispers, judging eyes, the secrets they confess,

She paints a picture in her mind, of love's sweet tenderness.

Unaware of choices made, of demons they embrace,

She trusts the fragile thread of lies, a smile upon her face.

Oh, little girl, lost in the crowd, may angels find your way,

May gentle hands and loving eyes, chase the shadows from your day.

For in your innocence, unstained, a truth unspoken lies,

That love, though lost, can bloom again, beneath forgiving skies.