Thursday, June 3, 2010

The Shadow Child (the one I never had)

The Shadow Child

Tiny moments yearned
Smells of innocence lost

A small shape with dark locks
and blue mirrors

A cowboy, a brother, an heir, a son
Dreams imagined and now impossible

Taken away by a malignant darkness
A desire unfulfilled
Sacrificed for the search of survival

A shadowed child hiding in the mind
trying desperately to escape the light of reality
a child loved, admired, and grieved

These distant twinkling of eyes
leave an aching heart to mourn
the child not forgotten who never came to be

Melissa Shields, 2000

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