Brazen
The child I could never be- but I was still adored.
The lost milestones will never be restored.
The hope for normalcy will never be revived.
The normalcy that I thought was worth being strived.
Those habits that I used to treasure.
That now haunt me and take away my pleasure.
Those odd ways of mine, are becoming unwoven.
As has my silence, from now on I am brazen!
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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