Tag: #Childhood
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Why Do We Dream?
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I have never dreamed much, but when I do, most of the time they are the same dreams. Or are they nightmares? In my childhood, I often dreamed of trying to find my way through a mass of upright metal poles that are barring my way. I feel hopelessly lost and cannot find a way…
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Long Grass… #Poetry
Playing inside the long grass Happy, safe, childhood free of pain In my family’s hands I grew Leaving home, my first pain Arrives, concealed in sweetness Dad kissed my cheek, waved me on Education, part of the plan Later, life grew strange Pushed by my peers Hell was raised In pain, loss of innocence Away…