The child stares ahead of the field
Thinking and aspiring to build
Something magnificent on this beautiful and vast land
Building a determined architecture which is hard
To bend.
The child happily hops around the land
With high hopes that everything which is to pend
Will be something tremendous to behold.
Dreaming, the child slips and falls
Sitting, her emotions are in a stall
Realising, that she has been awakened from
Dreaming, Reality hits hard with one swift slap.
The secret lock of her heart breaks
Bursting open a treasure of dark memories
Which has so long haunted her soul
They spew out uncontrollably.
The child opens her mouth
For any sound, anything to come out
But the child remains mute
Staring blankly at her own reflection
At the empty gaping throat
Because all expressions have been transferred
To the invincible bleeding heart.
The child can only recoil
Desperately trying to push all the dark heirlooms back in
In this desperation
The outer adult builds a strong invincible impenetrable wall
With a key in hand,
Locks the child in a new plain box
Along with all the emotional turmoil
And drops the key in hand
Into the vast ocean
Where it can never be found again.
So ancient now and impossible to find
Is that plain box
To fill in the vacuum
In this adult's soul.
For this child was her everything
Her emotions
Her zest for life
Her free happiness
Her determination.
She is left with an empty shell
To carry on with life
Pacing formlessly
On the dark, long and winding road
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