I guess childhood demons never die
They just weigh down on your soul for so long
That you start to no longer feel their weight
Except when you stumble and fall
After trying to fly
I guess young tears never dry
but merge into your very being
Your face becomes unrecognizable without their marks
And one day someone tries to dry their stains
And you slap their hand away
I guess wounds in young flesh never heal
Only infect, fill with green bitter pus
Ooze out anger and mistrust
And one day become gangrenous
And the doctor recommends amputation of the heart
I guess childhood screams never die down
But become part of the background sound
And you come to fear silence
And one day when silence comes
So strange so unaccustomed that YOU start to scream
I know childhood never ends
We just become older versions of our scared wounded selves
Fumbling through a cruel world
Praying hoping we will one day grow up
And make sense of it all..
by me
