𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬

Childhood,
It is meant to be the best years of our lives
Filled with love, adventure
And so much wonder

Growing up,
I had a good childhood
I knew what love felt like
I got to experience the thrill of adventures
I got to see wonder and beauty as a child

Everything,
Even though my childhood was great
Yet I always felt as though
There was something
Much darker going on

From,
Mysterious conversations
I was never allowed to listen in on,
Having to hide in the closet to hear them

Secret meet-ups
I accidentally walked in on,
Having to run behind a wall
to conceal myself

To people,
Coming and going through my life
I would see and spend time with them
For years sometimes

Then suddenly,
They disappeared from my life
Gone completely no sign of them
I never even got to say goodbye
Or even call, talk or hug them
They just left without a trace of them
Left in my life

When talked,
Asked, mentioned
Or even said anything
About these people suddenly leaving,

I was punished,
And told off for bringing them up
I never knew why however
As I child I completely clueless
I simply thought they left willingly

As the years went on,
I started to realize how odd it all was
It wasn't normal to get in trouble
For simply asking about
People that were once in my life

I should had noticed,
All the signs and clues
As too why this imbroglio
Was never something normal
It was in fact sugar coated
My entire life

All of these insinuations,
Were slowly adding up
Al the hints I got
I pieced them together

I now knew,
The much darker, deeper monster
within this whole situation
I finally got answers

Once it all unraveled,
I no longer felt the love and wonder
I had in my childhood

Because I knew,
The truth of it all
It was simply lies, secrets and stories
I was told to
Make me overlook the real mess
Of a household I was living under

Childhoods' different for everyone,
Some actually have a good, honest one
Filled with truth and real wonders
Filled without worries and uneasiness

I just happened to have one,
Filled with secrets, lies and fear

-H.R. Larkin