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.