August 5, 2022.


children are resilient

Never seen a child with that much resilience
Eyes that wander but legs frozen with fear
Had seen death more than once
And grieved till he ran out of tears

I tell Sara, my therapist, that I resulted to blind hate
Just to stay alive - and there are days I am so far removed
From that image of an innocent child
Who woke up and chose not to heal but to easily bruise

But in truth, they still pop their intrusive thoughts
Into my head and tell me that no one is to be trusted
And that everyone leaves through their own choice or a heavy death
Revenge and chaos still intrude my mind, but I now refuse to give in

I remember that child picking out the outfit
My mother would wear in her casket and being told
The autopsy was too intrusive for such a thing
I cried that night telling my mother we had the same wounds

A cut open chest, a void
Childhood was only yesterday
Used to carry behind me a soft blanket that tripped my feet
Now just a grudge that was mistaken for maturity

I missed a lot- and I try to separate myself from them
So I can empathize and be that child’s much needed friend
I get the urge to shake their shoulders all the time
Wake them from the curse that had ate at their life




Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2022-08-06 at 03:09

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Sameen
I love this line: Who woke up and chose not to heal but to easily bruise

But yeah, becoming friends with that inner child is rough. I struggle with it every day. You've really written a good piece here. Bravo
2022-08-07


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
There is so much here; not only the descriptive but also the underlying conflict between the person now, and the younger self. I liked the manner in which the reader needs to work into the poems meaning; a damn good poem - Bravo!
2022-08-06