22- That Child

Gnawing at your consciousness
That bad child
Like a dark undercurrent

“You’ll always be alone.”

“No one will ever love you wholly.”

Undermining you, like so many voices in the past
It sweeps through you, a dark cloud
Crowding out the light

Smiling faces bear circus grins
Kind words hold knives behind their backs
Who to trust? When you can’t trust yourself

That bad child, turning you against yourself
That hurt child who knows no other way
That tender soul that once only knew pure love and grace