Childhood Shadows

In the playground of memories, shadows dance,

Where laughter once lived, now a silent trance.

Tiny hands grasping at fleeting dreams,

Innocence shattered by piercing screams.

A kaleidoscope of colors, now a blur,

Bright hues dimmed by the pain that stirs.

The monster under the bed, not just pretend,

A silent secret, a story with no end.

Whispers in the dark, like ghosts in the night,

Fear’s cold fingers, gripping tight.

Eyes wide open, yet blind to the day,

Lost in a maze where light can't stay.

A heart, once a garden, now overgrown,

Thorns where flowers should have grown.

Echoes of footsteps, long and swift,

Memories like shadows, that never lift.

A soul tattooed with invisible scars,

Dreams trapped behind iron bars.

Yet in the rubble, a spark of light,

A warrior’s spirit, ready to fight.

For every tear, a star is born,

From broken pieces, a phoenix is sworn.

In the ashes of pain, strength will rise,

A testament to the child’s silent cries.

Though childhood shadows may linger and cling,

The dawn brings hope, on resilient wings.

From trauma’s depths, a voice so clear,

A survivor’s song, for all to hear.