Tamara Chronicles

The Flashback

Tamara laid back on her bed and took out a pen and while she started writing her thoughts took her ,way back in memory lane ;

My childhood was the time when i was innocent,

when everything was fair and just,

when all I knew was my parent,

My childhood was Me.

My childhood was the time when toys were my friends,

when I could not speak to my friends,
when my parents were my best friends,

My childhood was Me.

My childhood was the time when my life was full of joy
when all I new was happiness and joy,
When smile was a representation of joy, .
My childhood was Me.


My childhood was the time when I lost my parents,

when there were no obligations except grief,
when tears could flow from my eyes
My childhood will never come back but...
the child in me will never leave.

Puberty was not the same ,

From childhood's hour ,I have not been the same,
As friends, I did not see,
As foes, They became.
My passions drew intense,
From the heart It made sense.

Reality seemed to disagree,

For My heart was bias.
And all I loved was gone,
No one to turn back to.
From every depth of good and evil
The mystery which binds me lives
The Scar remained as a Mark,
Even though it was invisible ,
it took a huge toile on me.
The Loneliness One dare not sound
As in pain it brings,
Memory it unfolds,
To Ascertain my Strength.

The Loneliness whose vacuum creates,

The horror not to be experienced.

I fear this loneliness has became my Maker.

My home forever bound by it.

Dear Maid,
Thank you very much.

Even though the air is not breathable,

We are together,

You are here and it hurts.
It hurts because of all we have lost.
Your boss ,my parents.
Not a sign of anything good,

But together we make a difference.
I can't thank you enough,

You are my second mom,

And my best friend.
There is not enough air in the room.
There is no going back,

There is no more room for grief.
Now we're getting somewhere,

somewhere where we are inseparable.
You are here and it does not hurt anymore ,

Now we're finally moving forward.
The journey of healing awaits us.

Thank you very much,

The ground shakes as our own broken pieces slide roughly against each other,
Mending silently and conjoining to create one big heart.

Dear Uncle

I Thought I knew you,
but I don't want to see you,
Now am only afraid of you,
I can't look at you.

Why did you do it?

Why did you give in?

What happened to us?