Childhood Traumas.

In childhood’s land, where dreams took flight,

Hid whispers lost in the dead of night.

With secrets kept, my lips sealed tight,

Carried along in shadows’ blight.

A tender heart, aching to tell,

Of memories that cast a haunting spell.

But those words trapped in a hidden shell,

Locked away, where emotions dwell.

In playgrounds bright, where laughter soared,

I harbored fears I could not afford.

Each giggle echoed, each smile roared,

Yet silent pain within me roared.

The bruises hidden, scars unseen,

Behind a mask, a somber sheen.

“My lips are sealed,” became routine,

Carrying a burden, silent and keen.

The playground joys could not erase

The memories I couldn’t embrace.

The shadows lingered, held their place,

My lips sealed shut, an unseen face.

Yet time goes on, and hearts find ways,

To heal the hurt of younger days.

“My lips are sealed,” no longer sways,

For in speaking out, the heart displays.

Now I break free from silence’s chain,

No longer held by childhood’s pain.

With open words, I break the strain,

And find my peace in the healing rain.

The past still whispers, a distant sound,

But in speaking up, strength is found.

No more hiding on childhood’s ground,

My lips unsealed, a new life unbound.