A distant childhood
I think of muddy shoes and grass,
Of running fast, too scared to ask.
Scraped-up knees and summer rain,
Hiding tears I can’t explain.
The laughter’s faint, a distant sound,
A ghost of life I never found.
Old photos show a stranger’s face —
I barely know that time, that place.
Behind those walls, the cracks ran deep,
Secrets I was forced to keep.
A childhood stolen, out of sight —
And I still wake from it at night.
The worst of it all — it was meant to be safe.
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