Where Did My Childhood Go?

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago. She lipped away before I was born. The world I came into had already been torn, ripped apart with festering wounds of the past.

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago. Along with her simplicity. She was sweet, full of life, and faultless. Her innocence was stolen before she could claim herself.

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago. Along with her carefree days. They were gone too soon. She cannot recall days of happiness. They are blurred, only memories of pain and sorrow remain.

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago. She is hidden deep. Like a ghost within, she is barred, trapped, and unable to leave. She screams wanting to be set free.

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago. She surfaces occasionally, bringing with her a sadness that is raw; ethereal. I hear her, weeping over her crushed spirit, over the scars embedded on her broken heart.

Where did my childhood go. The one from long ago. She slipped away before she was born. I wish to hold her hand, cradle her in my arms, and wipe her falling tears. I miss her, though I don’t remember her. I miss her and long for her presence. If you see her, tell her I miss her and love her.

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago.

Inanna Roxanna Arnett

Copyright October 14, 2017.

Photograph belongs to me. Photograph taken on the corner of University Drive and Mill Ave in Tempe, Arizona.

Inanna Roxanna Photography.