Soul Child

It was he,
my first sight of him
my first thought
‘what have I done?’

the door opened
a thrashing of the soul began
beneath it all
a child remained.

Tears welled,
never died,
layers of pain,
scraped raw.

Beneath it all
a child grew
learned to laugh
learned to love.

Dark and brooding,
never a smile
No emotion
intelligence without relevance.

I’ll never dance through the memories
only walk with shadows
forever teaching me
forever raising me beyond the child.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. iamforchange
    Nov 23, 2011 @ 22:50:29

    Lovely poem and very embraced… Thank you for sharing! Happy Thanksgiving from one, Beautiful soul to a Gorgeous one! To you and your Beautiful daughter and all who share your world with you my heart felt wish of love and light!


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