Breaking out
never known how to speak to a child never been spoken to as one never heard the things that I now have to speak back to a child who’s been long gone. I now have to assure the child she’s loved I now have to tell her I’m here lacking the words to put emotions into lacking the memories to relate to while she’s crying in the corner of my head waiting patiently for me to come over to talk to her and give her the love she’s been desparately trying to scrape from surfaces of rough bodies with no possible way into the loving soul she’s been craving that noone else came close to. It’s time to learn how to speak to the child and tell her all the things she’s never heard hoping she won’t cry any longer and stop trying to break through the hard shells of clueless hearts going tender it’s time to soothe her confused soul and tell her all the things I’ve never heard hoping she will grow up to be someone other than me and she will grow into someone better than me.