All of us, every one
A poem for those who carry childhood trauma
All of us - every one
A little daugher, a little son,
Lost and alone in playground fright,
Because the bully’s threatened fight
Is held at bay if we comply
But if we don’t, he’ll make us cry,
Or even maybe make us die….
.
And so we travel through the wheel,
Round and round for our next meal
And add our value, our fair share,
All while ignoring who we are,
And on this ever fearful run
All of us - every one
A little daughter, a litle son
Just wanting playmates, peace and fun
Perhaps another lifetime,
Or maybe this one….
~JAY V SHORE