Chaos Behind WallsBefore it was different,I kept nice orderly walls.The walls were my protection,Behind them I hidAll the weakness inside of me,The sorrow,And pain.Everything must keep hiddenNever for me to face.Then chaos broke loose,Something kindled a fire,The walls tumbled down,My sweet denial was shatteredSetting loose all the burdensI had locked up inside,And suddenly I was vulnerable,I could feel my own demise.How did this happen?What have you done?You were never invitedBut that didn't stop you,Armed with your sympathyAnd your amiable ways,You penetrated my fortress,Now nothing is the same.I have never felt so vulnerable,It’s hard to explain,But until your arrivalI have never felt this way.Why did you do it?It hurts so very much,I wish you had never came!But wait,Please,Please don’t leave!
Memories of a Childhood Lost: NarrativeIt all comes back in a rush, this lost memory plays itself back in the theater of my mind. All of a sudden I find myself again, as if I was torn from a dream. I find tears on my face. I’m crying and I can’t stop. And I think how much better things were back then, when innocence was abundant and life wasn’t so lifelike.I found it on a day like any other, checking my Facebook, something I do regularly. I had the computer open to my Mom’s Page, completely oblivious as my hands deftly clicked an album titled ‘Kids Pics.’ A picture popped up of me and my sister when we were younger. I looked at the next picture, and then the next. Taking in each snapshot of my childhood with ease, then moving on. “Click, click... click . . . . . .” That’s when I saw it. The picture that kindled a flame that had been smothered under a cloak of self-deception for years.Now it burns brightly before my tired eyes and wraps me in it’s contents, sweepi