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