The Little Chick

Once a bright girl a boy had met,

Hiding on the roof one day,

And while his presence made her fret,

Taking a seat he'd been allowed to stay. 

A ray of sunshine was all he could see,

"It's an endless cycle of joy" she proclaimed,

For she stated that if you're happy, so is she,

As he looked at her no doubt did she retain. 

She'd often be there to lend a hand,

As she was certain in this regard,

An invitation she would send,

To a place that could leave her scarred 

One day this boy heard her say,

"I dream of a brother I've never had,"

This dream of her's which she'd convey,

Carried an air so very sad. 

When next he saw her,

Her eyes had the reflection of darkened glass,

So the boy then attempted to assure,

That whatever her pain was, it wouldn't last. 

She had a book that had caught his eye,

"I think my brother wrote this tale,"

A look of concern from this boy did fly,

As he sat next to the girl so very pale. 

"There was a chick which from an egg hatched,

Which then grew into a hen,"

He noticed that as she read she seemed detached,

"Until that hen laid an egg again 

"Eventually, the egg grew into a hen,

And in the process forgot it'd been a chick,

As time passed by, this would occur without end,"

"It makes me sad," was all the girl could think. 

"Why is my brother's existence denied?"

For try as she had to understand,

She questioned why it was that they lied,

All she wanted was to be united as they had been.

What happened to him the boy feared he knew,

Though such a thought didn't suit,

But with time his suspicions grew,

Thus in an attempt to help, he decided to go to the root. 

He remembered how she'd recall seeing white things flap around,

Though uncertain she'd also felt as if they'd been close to the sky,

Upon talking to her grandfather the boy had found,

 the truth must remain hidden-an order which he had to comply 

Later when a dead cat the two spied,

As memories began to break free,

She stared in silent horror and cried,

It was only then that the boy could see 

The girl grief-stricken chose to beg,

For the boy to take her brother's place,

So just as a chick that forgot it'd been an egg,

The girl disposed of the reality she couldn't face. 

As the boy made his concerns to the grandfather clear,

In the end, he had no ounce of surprise,

For he had stated that there was nothing to fear,

As this always occurred upon someone's demise. 

That's why he had kept away,

For he wasn't guaranteed to remain,

He'd recalled her goldfish's death with dismay,

"Upon seeing it, he'd said she would go insane. 

It was then the boy resolved,

To help her take on her grief,

For if this problem was not solved,

Her peace would be taken away by this thief. 

All through that night, he put the book back together,

The very one she had forgotten was a treasure,

"Brother, why are you up here? she asked seemingly better

And it was then that her delusion he chose to sever 

"I'm not your brother, the boy claimed with conviction,

He's gone. He passed away,"

"No, this is just a dream", she said stricken,

"Life isn't a dream, sad things happen all the time, he'd then say. 

Then leaving the book where she could see,

The girl read "the chick remembered its own start,"

"We'll be there in the good times and bad, he said with finality,

With us, you will always be a part." 

The lesson this story shares,

Amounts to 1 simple understanding

Either you drown in the past with no one there,

Or you be brave, smile, and then look for the landing