 Blog PostsFriends         | SWEET CHILDHOOD MEMORIES(this one is about remembering a childhood)In my dark woods I am so happy. I own the sun, the trees, the cold wet grass beneath my feet. I am so free with my thoughts alone, I am complete. My friends are the deep purple and the forest green of violets, the grey squirrels who bark their greetings to me from the safety of high branches , And all the creatures I meet along the way whom I would never harm, and who would not harm me. In my dark woods I am so happy. But, I'd better run home now, someone will know that I am gone. They will be so angry. Momma, why are you so sad? Momma I tried to clean my room the best I can. I even made your bed for you to make you happy. I cleaned the toilet, shiny white just the way you said. I'm sorry it wasn't good enough. I'm sorry, I'll try harder. Please don't, Momma! Momma, please stop! Momma, Momma, Ple-e-e-ease!! I'm afraid! I'M AFRAID YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO STOP!! I'm sorry, Momma, I'm so sorry that I made you so angry that you broke my arm. I'm sorry you are so sad Momma, I wish that I could die.  jelapi23: really hoping for comments on this one 9 years ago • Report 0  aphrodisiaciix: The pain of the past can be substituted (or subsided) with the peace (or pain) of the present... but can never be completely disappeared... But the heart and the soul are resilient organ and spirit... jelapi23: yes, it always affects who we end up being though, and how we react to others, but it can also make us empathetic, which I think to an extend it did for me. |
