Broken Kids


When I was a child I just did not know, not even how fast and far I could go

Limited by small legs and little feet, such were the restrictions that I’d meet

But those types of things were out of mind, there to someday maybe seek and find


But so many things kids just don’t know, and many times the truth doesn’t show

It’s parts of their lives that aren’t correct, in the nature of a large defect

Things that are not even there in their minds, effects that will only show  from behind


It’s in the nature of the child at last, that they can’t always avoid in their past,

It’s part of the pattern from that point on, maybe out of sight but not truly gone

Limits could come from their heredity, an aspect of life that parents first see


So many children are broken and bent, never knowing where their heart will be sent

Starting off with the wrong views or places, the wrong sort leaving leftover traces

With no way to pass their history, a fixed part of their fractured story


As they are moving through a door, concerned with past events no more

What’s done is done and won’t go away, they look ahead to another day

Then trying to give their old wounds a scab, time not used on melancholy and drab


But traces are forever present, and surely not being heaven sent

As deep in the mind as is the soul, it remains whether or not we know

A troubling past shoved deeply into dark, perhaps no more than a prank in the park


Can any injury be forgotten or erased, or are they pushed to the past, seldom faced?

It’s not for me to remind someone of a horrible tale, better to give it some wind and let sail

That would be nice if it were always possible, but sometimes our memories are simply full


The best that we can do is to go on with life, hide those traces of continual strife

Be pleased now with the positive things, those that lift us with hopeful wings

Seldom is there a use in going back, to find a thing bad or a thing that you lack


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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