Fear was all you feasted on,
Survival had you beat,
Bathed in paranoia,
You were born into defeat,
Raised from idiocracy,
And bound by wretched hate,
You never had a chance,
To halt the bullets at the gate.
Which ever way you turned,
They gave you reason to be scared,
Anxious just to be alive,
Incensed nobody cared,
Frightened by the screaming,
Terrified by what’s to come,
You never had a chance,
To stop the world from feeling numb.
But even through detachment,
There was still a steadfast roar,
The fear turned into courage,
And resolve became your oar,
You braved the choppy waters,
Paddling towards your goals,
You never had a chance,
Because your boat was full of holes.
And when the dark became a shield,
Your mind escaped the war,
By disappearing deep within,
Where heroes choose to draw,
On strength of heart and bravery,
Your spirit forged like steel,
You never had a chance,
Because the dangers were too real.
Fear was all you feasted on,
Your soul too young for hate,
And yearning to feel safe,
Where paranoia would abate,
Just seemed too much to ask,
Because no matter what you ate,
You never had a chance,
The fear was always on your plate.
© The Complicated Bunny – 10 Oct 2021
This poem is the nineth in a series of prose which are conversations with my inner child parts. This is a homework assignment from J.B. my clinical psychologist. It is hoped by engaging with these individual child parts it will validate their existence and help bring me closer to understanding my own trauma and pain and thus move closer to healing from it.
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