Stolen Spirit
Your grown-up eyes bear little reflection,
Of a childhood spirit,
Broken, then stolen,
By one, who you expected,
Would give only security and love,
To their same flesh and blood.
Today's smile, although radiant,
Is worn with caution,
Because of an inner voice; a reminder,
That happiness and contentment,
Each have their price.
Your outward signs of poise and grace,
Show nothing,
Of a relentless struggle inside your fortress walls,
Where only a troubled peace resides.
Little do we ever know,
Of who you really are,
And little do we ever see,
Of open wounds,
That you so casually try to cover.
In a world where love can shine,
A most brilliant light,
You are a timid prisoner,
Chained within the shadows,
Of past disappointments,
Where love and pain,
Have the same meaning.
And so, you dawn your daily mask,
Which, like an old friend,
Has been counted on forever,
To protect you from life's risks.
Never taking much more than a step or two outside the walls,
You silently endure the losses,
Of a painful robbery,
So many years ago.
Written by Jacob Lawrence
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