Twisted and gnarled beyond recognition, a childhood sits <br />faded. <br /> <br />No laughter, joy, or colorful sights, just a childhood <br />shadow - a memory of constant abuse. <br /> <br />Blackened now from fires of amnesia, rusted from the salted <br />water of the ocean's bottom. <br /> <br />Shifting sands at last uncovering their hidden faces, washing <br />over and over their forgotten meanings. <br /> <br />While encountering the salty rinsing of freshly made wounds <br />of the past's doing, hurting and burning now the heart of <br />a once little child. <br /> <br />Walking away from delayed sadness, the buried anger, no chance <br />of survival having been betrayed and abandoned.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-shadows/
