My third publication in a CTU Anthology.
Early childhood development
quite a daunting predicament,
Surrounded and protected by
adults – My sentinels elected,
No young minds to play with
or close friends to stay with –
My eyes observed the culture
of the era – Music blasting from
Abba and the eternal love from
a loving adopted mamma.
Early school days a nervous affair,
Comparing my lightly coloured curly
hair – Surveying my surroundings
with a nervous stare – Even my voice
was not always clear, hiding my insecure
fragile veneer – Bullies mocked sniggered
and sneered, exposing emotions most feared.
Teenage moments brought conflicting
components – Identity crises became my
inflicting nemesis – What to say how to
speak when to speak, calming my inner
freak – My forced smile masking my daily
inner grime – My inner clock sounding an
ominous constant chime.
I wore my expected social cloak – The daily drown of me…
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