The Sad Little Girl Who Wasn't Quite There

In a house on a cliff in the cold sea air,

Lived a sad little girl who wasn’t quite there.

She felt empty inside; all see-through and grey,

Like a sad little ghost walking outside all day.

She wandered alone through the school and the parks,

While other young children wore bright, happy masks.

She wished she had friends with whom she could play,

But when she went near them, they all ran away.

The sad little girl hung her head and walked home.

She worried she’d fade ‘til she really was gone.

After each day alone, she’d fade more and more,

Blending in with the fog as she wandered the shore.

And so more days passed by, sun-up and sun-down,

Until one day a new girl moved into the town.

She’d burnt orange hair, and with a bright sunshine smile,

That beamed straight at the sad little shadowy child.

Her grey little face grew a slight rosy blush,

And the two sat together all recess and lunch.

They slowly shared stories about sadness and joy,

About comfort food, dreams, and favourite toys.

With each story shared, the girl felt slightly strange.

The sad little shadow was starting to change.

Her mop of grey hair shined a chocolaty brown,

And her mouth wore a smile instead of a frown.

Her shadow grey dress glowed a sunny-day blue,

And down on her feet clicked two shiny red shoes.

The sad little shadow was colourful now,

With all of the laughter the day would allow.

And now down on the beach a sight could be seen,

From the dear little shadow’s most deep secret dreams,

Where two little friends would skip down on the shore,

And the sad little girl wasn’t sad anymore.