This Child

Who is this?

This fiery child I have unearthed here

who comes dancing to the sound of

screaming and fear

she, who carries with her

those bleak, ashen memories

she, who protected me

and who occasionally

broke free

 

You can see her when you look at me

in the scars that draw my body

you can hear her

in the night

when she creeps past the

wall of my consciousness

seeping through my tongue, teeth and lips

those pitiful sounds

I only know of second hand

She, of whom I remained

     purposely, pointedly

unaware

 

Who is this fiery child

I have unearthed, here?

whose presence I can no longer deny

when she beats on the door

of her prison, in my mind

she, who dances to the melody of

screaming and tears

with such roaring, cracking fear

she who dances,

to the music of my early years

Reviews

[Zyanya]

" You can see her when you look at me in the scars that draw my body" I like these two lines they are powerful. It gives me an image that life leaves marks that can be seen even after life changes. One thing that could be changed is an unpredictable space 'She, of whom I remained

purposely, pointedly

unaware'
The end of the poem invoked a sense of mixed emotions for me.

when she beats on the door

of her prison, in my mind

she, who dances to the melody of

screaming and tears

with such roaring, cracking fear

she who dances,

to the music of my early years


I felt anxiety with the screaming and tears while the image of dancing gave me a feeling of harmony with the past. I imagined the music of early years becoming a fuel to continue. Splindiferous job.