Remembering childhood days

running home for dinner

playing legos with your brother,

Why’d it have to end?

What shadows crept behind the sun

washed out memories,

lurk, no amount of fight

breaks their will,

rushing to and fro,

cause your world to explode -no

running home for dinner or reading Ranger Rick -no

your running for your life.

Poetry anxiety childhood defeat? is there such a thing? dreamscapes forgiveness friendship healing journey life listening well meaning of life mental well-being perseverance rest for the weary suffering suicide this writing life