The Thinking Sapling

Angry words, disappointment
cut deep in the moment.
Expectations turned to frustration.
Love lost amidst emotions.

Does it matter what was said
when misty tears cloud one’s head?
Yet, still after the relentless bout.
The words came, “Lily, get out!”

Lily stood there by the road.
Gazing down the field of gold-
en rice stretching far.
As they further drove the car.

Still in tears, she now pondered.
Where to go now home’s asunder?
There’ll be no warm dinner tonight.
Nor does safety come first light.

Where is it safe from the cold?
Or from the night that’ll soon take hold?
For in anger, it was made known.
She no longer had a home.

“To grandmother”, she wishfully thought,
but far too long is that walk.
”Back to school”, she pondered a bit.
Well, the gates had closed at six.

So by the field, she still stood
and looked for simple shelter and food.
Things that once came safely,
but are now gone in a moment of fury.

There’s a food stall by the road,
but not enough did her wallet hold.
She’s next to a field of rice!
She can’t cook it, but maybe the mice?

An impossible walk or a meal of mice.
Options pondered before last light.
Now unwanted for perceived crimes,
she stood there shaking, at last resigned.

She walked, knowing she wouldn’t find
the home that was left behind.
”To grandmother” she’s grasping straws.
A death wish, but she still walked.

The car came and found her roaming.
They then asked, “Where were you going?”
She got back in, face still stained.
The heart’s still bleeding from that day.

The golden fields were left behind.
New silence gnawed at her mind.
”We love you”, they often said.
But what are words, if she could be fled?