Left in the Shadows
Running down the years...the road
not always clear, delayed by chance
memories...forgotten signs held dear,
arriving at a fork I became a lost child,
landmarks of significance, Indicating
the importance of my next move...I try
to sidestep, but still keep coming back,
what is this blockade staring back?
For I've no power to recall that which
alludes. Seven months of my life
vanished...a mantle concealing an
education...suppression, apart from
fragmented recollections, leading
nowhere taking me off course.
I was only seven...well this I was told,
a shy quiet youngster, a hopeless case...
condemned to be hidden without direction,
the signs were always there a constant companion,
even then I was slow...trying to unravel the meaning
of life, I lived in an imaginary world, left to get on
in my concealed visions, camouflaged out of sight,
a grandfather at deaths door is the best I can recall,
sinking deeper into the quicksand that was his pain...
my mother always at his bedside, while I in the
shadows stand, to young to understand this disease
that left him to die, before I really got to know him,
It's only now that I realise the mystery of lost time,
as the road slowly snails along, my pen to paper,
reaching out for the truth, how naïve I was, but
like the lessons that I learnt, there's no regrets...
the past leaves me now, willing to accept living
with things better left in the shadows.