Shadows

‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ By Lauren Eden Sadness moodiness and melancholy gobbled me up like termites when rude fate snatched away my mother. Father, like a wing-clipped bird, fell dead almost. Who will care for me, a little chick, amidst tempests? Love! Love! The strange thing caused a strange feeling of, as though lonely and lost. I searched everywhere to find myself. Did I thrive in my long, struggle-filled efforts? Torments weighed down my heart often and drowned me down. Deep!