Child of history

hiding in the
b
a
s
e
ment

of my soul

I thought I buried you?
I thought you were dead?

I didn’t want to know you

Your hurt
your pain
your broken heart

Child of history

I couldn’t hear you
I didn’t want to hear you

I buried you,
I was ashamed of you

I put the mask of persona
To show the world

How brave
How sure
How happy

How in control

I am

I didn’t need you
I didn’t want you

My Child of History

And when my mask has slipped only to reveal the truth ..
So

D
E
E
P
Was the pain I shared with you,

then you reached out to me
a small voice
a small hand to hold mine
to find a way to heal our broken heart of past

now, a

W
Beginning,

With respect,
With encouragement
With acknowledgement
But most of all with

L
O
V
E
My Child of History