Memories of younger days
Wish i could say were all good
Memories buried deep inside my mind
I’d tell you about them, if I could
Sometimes I dream of them
Hearing cries from the other room
The silence that followed
The dread, the feeling of doom
Lonely nights, confused
Knowing something was wrong
Nobody could ever tell me
Why they thought I was so strong
Memories of younger days
Don’t think you’ll ever understand
How much it could’ve helped me
If someone just held my hand
Tell me everything will be okay
Even if it wasn’t true
It could help for a little while
Dreaming of a life without pain, as little girls do
We grow older and learn quickly
It’s inevitable, the pain
The memories of my younger days
Should’ve been
My escape
About the Creator
Gail Fredricks
just someone learning, unlearning, and laughing through the chaos.
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Comments (1)
This is sad and I hope you are okay now.