Somewhere,
there is a child
vandalizing a school bathroom
scribbling on tiles
her silent rebellion
against rules and restrictions
remains unheard
Somewhere,
there is a man
selling fragments of
what was once family
at a flea market
booster seats, blankets
children's clothing
laid out upon the tables
Somewhere,
there is a person
unsure of who exactly they are
standing in the numbing rain
because they forgot
to bring an umbrella
Somewhere,
there is a young girl
who was robbed of her innocence
crying tears
which she cannot tell are the result of joy
or sadness
that realized maybe,
just maybe,
the world is not as bad
as she once thought
it was.
