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Childhood Trauma
When I remember my childhood
Everything goes blank
and soon enough
they slowly begin to replay in my head like the stories i was told as a child and I struggle to remember how the pieces fit,
how the stories began and the parts each person played.
That's how I remember my childhood,
Foggy and blur,
I remember the pain but never who inflicted them,
I remember the tears but never who caused them,
I remember I starved but forgot who didn't feed me.
But sometimes,
I like to think there were happy days,
once that probably drowned in all my sorrows or simply blurred out In all my forgetfulness.
But I guess
I should be grateful,
that when I remember my childhood,
Everything goes blank.
© deola_amope
Everything goes blank
and soon enough
they slowly begin to replay in my head like the stories i was told as a child and I struggle to remember how the pieces fit,
how the stories began and the parts each person played.
That's how I remember my childhood,
Foggy and blur,
I remember the pain but never who inflicted them,
I remember the tears but never who caused them,
I remember I starved but forgot who didn't feed me.
But sometimes,
I like to think there were happy days,
once that probably drowned in all my sorrows or simply blurred out In all my forgetfulness.
But I guess
I should be grateful,
that when I remember my childhood,
Everything goes blank.
© deola_amope
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