Photo Challenge #343
I see you
The small child held by the adult body
Hiding inside the box you constructed
Thinking it safe from the tears that still fall
By young pain remembered
Days you cannot rub from mind
Pain relived from a single word
By a friend, not from uncaring
Yet the point of a sword broke through
The box where you hide
The small child, unable to set the past free…
© anita dawes 2020
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