Death by Neglect

-another ramble, from awhile back

 

I do not remember the day she died

Her last words, the sound of her last breath

These are not memories that I have of her

I was not by her side, holding her hand

no comfort did I give

I went about life unaware

So blissfully incognizant

of her plight, her fight

I had known her forever

She was a part of myself

I know her death was lingering

She suffered, she languished

Pain, heartache and logic

intruded, proving her false

Giving way to the lie

Convinced she served no purpose

Left alone, she cried

Killed off by neglect in the end

I only learned of her death

by accident, in passing

Seeing a pile of newly raked leaves

remembering a childhood game

I searched for her, and found her gone

I mourned her then

Thinking never to see her again

Then I heard her whisper

softly within my soul

Bypassing that logical mind

reaching my heart, making me smile

Her spirit lives here still

renewing my faith with each beat

of my heart

though I still sometimes mourn

the death of my inner child

Author's Note

-posting old stuff on my flash, I know it needs some breaks

Reviews

[Adrian K. Smith]

We live until we die, that is a given. Our time on this planet is finite. Yet, it seems like we have gone out of our way to bring about the untimely demise of our inner child. Why must life be about all this, be about all that, and be about all those things that just tear at us and wear at us... until we become but the battered shells offering up but the pale reflection of a long shattered dream upon the fragments that remain of all we enjoyed in life... we have killed the play, we have killed the fun, and in having killed that magic - what meaning have we left? We live until we die, but what kind of life do we want to live...

[Dezaraye]

This is so sad. I try hard to never let the little girl inside die. She's too precious to me. The thought of losing her makes me sad. You use such beautiful words and imagery.

[*** Hey Jude***]

Your words have such a way of reaching into the depths of my soul as you share your heartache in a way that leaves me inspired! I loved the whole poece , but these lines were were beautiful in such an impowering way
"Bypassing that logical mind
reaching my heart, making me smile
Her spirit lives here still
renewing my faith with each beat
of my heart"
Great work! ~ Jude xo :-)


I am glad you didn't give up and that time has southed memeories of painfound the

[Celtic Cat]

Personally, all I think this piece needs is readers! I'm glad it came to a happy conclusion. I'm glad she isn't really dead and gone. So, so sad when the innocence leaves us. heartwrenching idea....
Excellent write!

[Victoria Lee~]

Wow... This is really good.. It is sad day when we realize the child in has left us. I hate to think the child dies but sometimes it does as we pass through the days of black and gray...

[Norma J. Jessee]

Laura, this is breath-takingly beautiful. Our inner child is always with us. There are occasions that she or he gets to come out for a little while but it isn't quite the same, is it ? Somewhere along the way we have lost one important thing that we had in childhood but lost as we grew into an adult, never to be regained
again. " Innocence " Without innocence things are somehow different.

A Brilliant write. Going to my favs.

[Wanda S. Paryla]

Wow, how moving!... And the end caught me off guard. I was expecting the death of a childhood friend, but not the inner child. But this is us, all of us, as we get older, we forget to stop and play in the leaves and life passes us by in a hurry - we forget to play sometimes. This brought tears to my eyes. Wonderful job.

[Antony]

This is extremely deep, to me this tells of an abused child, a childhood lost too soon, put away into the dark corners of the mind and although life and age continue on, there is always those slight memories.... good memories that we want to recall... with abuse and neglect, we tend to not think of that childhood, for it may bring to mind the nightmares and all that was bad as a child. The older we get, we are able to fight off some of that ache and pain and that is when we want those days to return........those good days. It is like saying, "Just take me back there and lets do this all over again, the right way"
Antony

[AK]

But you "ramble" so well. I really appreciate this piece!