It (no gender-specifications???) was born, into the darkness…it was, raised by the shadows, and, despite what’s normally perceived about the shadows, this child had fought hard, for its own, survival.
not my photo…
A child, raised by the shadows, never knows how the light would shine, how warm it is, to be otu in the sun, or how free it feels, to run wild and free through the meadows. Instead, it (no gender specifications???) is kept, by the darkness.
A child, raised by the shadows, it’s, too hard, for it, to live without any light, after all, everything needs the sun (the plants, along with other living organisms???), and yet, this child, raised by the shadows, struggled really hard, to break free from the bondage that these shadows has on it, and, in the end, the child, it’d, died, because it’d, cried so loud until it’d, lost the way to speak, and cried too hard, until, its tears all, dried up!
can you imagine the pain??? Not my photo…
The child, who was, raised up by the shadows, although recalling how hard it was, living in the shadows, s/he would, undoubtedly come to, raise her/his own young in the shadows, because, that, was how she was socialized, and, the way we’re, socialized still, gets passed down, from one generation to the next, like our, genetic codes…
Life, the Obstacle Course 