ReMoved

Alone and perturbed, amidst all of that chaos,
She was miserable, pinned down by loss,
Eyes wide open, on her bed turned and tossed,
Her nightmares continued, like her life un-paused.

If she had wings, she could have flown,
With Clipped feathers though, she had grown,
Fate had it, she reaped what she hadn't sown,
And this is the story of Zoe, abandoned and alone.

"Mamma!" She screamed, "let us stay with you!"
The next morning she woke up to a bed all new,
"Mamma didn't want me", was all that she knew,
Aggressive, disobedient, Zoe was a different view.

Unimaginably violent , she was angry from the soul,
Couldn't accept, didn't want to, her new home or the role,
She screamed and cried, she went way out of control,
"I want Mamma and my brother back! I want my parole!"

A new day, and a new home again she woke up to,
It was hard to be abandoned and left to her blues,
Not a smile, not a tear, she was in pain all through,
Foster mother gave her a dress, but she resided with her woes.

Then one fine day, her brother she saw,
"Things are gonna be different", she thought, "now".
Hated her mother, but she could greet Benaiah ciao,
She played with him on the sea shore, and on the boughs.

"Perhaps happiness isn't mine to be", she thought,
Benaiah got a new family, she felt strangled and caught,
Caught into a tornado, for a family, she had naught,
Spiralling into zero, no gravity, so fraught!

What was fosterage without love, Benaiah was gone,
Kyra said sorry, "But should it not have been said by mom?"
She grew anxious, tornadoes spiralling around her zone,
Mind had no relief, every hope died with the dawn.

Her anger took to be treated, the doctor gave her meds
She needed therapy though, Kyra knew and so said,
Though the aggression subdued, she still kept  depressed,
Zoe wanted her life back, which was now all so messed!

"This is Zoe," Kyra said, "spinning in the midst of a tornado,
But its your choice to let the spiralling rip apart your heart or,
Chose to live with it, and not let it affect you anymore,
Because your mom's story doesn't have to be yours."

Kyra felt her pain, Zoe ought to get her smile back,
She moved to the court to get Mamma for Zoe back,
She was questioned, Zoe remembered last night at her foster shack,
Zoe now knew she could choose her own track.

She was ten then, she is a school teacher now,
She loved to draw, and she let herself allow,
To pursue her dreams and live better with a vow,
Zoe now smiles, and nurses every child's crinkled brow.

She moved, and ReMoved, she is an inspiration to all,
She was spiralling, but she eventually got up after the fall,
She stood up clean, depite the wars and the walls,
Once upon a time, Zoe was small.