Yesterday's Child

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    Yesterday's Child

    I move about in the guise of today

    Promising myself a better tomorrow

    Struggling to surrender to now

    I move in the guise of today

    Kicking and swinging at yesterday

    Wanting to push of the weight of the past that raped me

    The past that slipped its hands into the softness of my innocence and violated me

    Again and again

    Taking away the parts that would set me free

    It covered my mouth so that my pain would not have a voice

    And my eyes were forced to watch the details of my torment

    I stayed awake during my victimization not knowing that my spirit slept

    Not knowing that while I watched, my spirit closed its eyes and prayed for the sun

    Meanwhile I cried the confusion of creative minds plagued with the reality of Truth

    I knew that this was not my reality

    Not the one that was meant for me,

    But in the ignorance of youth I constantly asked “why?”

    Why God why, is this happening to me?

    I swallowed freedom down with the consistency of my misery

    And I never knew its taste

    I never knew that Yesterday could reach into the foundation of now

    And reduce me to the substance of gone before memories…Yesterday never released me

    It clings like static to the fibers of my history and repeats itself in the wardrobe of my appearance

    I crawl into the oversized shirt of insecurity to find comfort

    in being smaller that the world that was supposed to protect me

    I slip into the time that knew me

    Then I pray for better days

    I move about in the guise of today

    Struggling to surrender to now

    Kicking and swinging at yesterday

    And I still remain like a child…

     

     

     

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Khym’s Poems (17)

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