A CHILD’S STORY

Oh! To dare to read those words
So deep within our minds,
Those words forever written
Deep within the lines,
On the pages
Of the book
Of our childhood haze.
Those childhood joys are easy,
But what of the darkened days?
Darkened with parental fear,
And eternal longing
For the love of our first love;
Painful sorrow of rejection,
Emotional neglect and disaffection;
Burning anger at the missing strokes;
Frustration of the spoiled child:
Over-indulged brain,
With discipline neglected,
Produce an over-stimulated pain.
Yet lacking in confidence
From an over-dependence;
Cared for, but little loved!
Ah childhood!
We carry the story still,
For deep inside it’s shrill.
We dare not turn the page,
For we dare not see the rage
Of an adult still in childhood,
Lest the tears shall cause a flood.