Childhood came, in fragments, with bits and pieces, scattered, all over the places, and I’m, left all alone, to pick it back up, to put it, back together into a “whole”…
Childhood in fragments, how, is that even, possible? I clearly remembered, me being happy as a child, just look at all those childhood photos of me, smiling, for the shots! How can the childhood that I now recalled, be so full of pain, suffering, could it be, that my previous memories of childhood, were all, made up???
not my photograph…
Childhood in fragments, our childhoods, were all, torn to pieces by those god DAMN, FUCKING (and your point being???) parents who got ZERO clue of how to be good-enough mommies and daddies to their young, they’d, ABUSED AND NEGLECTED us, again, and again, and again, cheated on each other, and raped us, again, and again, because we were, too young to fight back, easy targets!
Childhoods are now, done, and, they’re still, ALL in fragments, but, I’d become, an ADULT, and can now, fix up that broken version of my childhood years, and, despite how the cracks won’t go away (and they never will!!!), at least, I’d, managed to, put back my own, BROKEN childhood back, to whole again…
don’t be shocked!!! not my photograph here…
Life, the Obstacle Course 