The Baggage of An Afflicted Childhood
The SEVERITY of remembering her childhood brings so much sadness
into her delicate heart.
The clarity I wish to give her …. -oh, if only I could…
-but where would I even start?
Those dark brown eyes turn shades of blue I’d never before seen,
while she tries to do her daily routine.
The cries do f a d e eventually, but her soul always s c a r r e d.
Is this baggage?
Would I call it trouble I brought upon myself when we first met?
Probably ..... but in a good way-
Because learning how to treat her gently, I shall never forget-
Her touch, full of r e g r e t and I continue speaking without thinking…
Oh, I have so much to say- but her essence that f l o w s …-keeps sinking.
The belongings she does tow - like a heavy trunk of cargo…
-oh, the SEVERITY of afflicted childhood sorrow.
Gems For Your Baggage
January 30, 2017
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