Thursday, December 12, 2024

Another Time Perhaps

 



It was a time of innocence
A time of discoverous awe
A time of total dependence
Of being so truly raw

A time of learning
A time stolen out of greed
Still trusting the burning
Of having childhood need

Ever one who was hoping
Waiting to be shown love
It was emptiness in coping
Seeking answers from above

It was learning skills on my own
Knowing that it had to be
From just myself alone
With all that was inside me

They say it's what has made me strong
It made me who I am today
Oh joy did they get it all wrong
In such a colossal way

Strength that is forged by pain
Is the most damaging of all
A small child left all over again
Told to still walk so tall

So misunderstood by everyone
It haunts the grieving soul
Hard to know how to have fun
Hard to feel completely whole

The world feels so unkind
Its people feel so untrue
Living with a hurting mind
They say the problem is you

Where to find solace to heal
Where to turn for peace
Where love is never real
Where many friendships cease

In time the hurting spirit learns
In time the hurting heart unknown
Echoes of the truth that burns
What keeps me alive keeps me alone


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