Find the Child

by Shawn Allen

You say, Find the child,
the innocent within.
Yet, you know nothing of the child I was
and was forced to become
or how that innocence,
murdered by time and agony
and death, is but memory
without headstone or marker.

Then you say, That is the past;
it is not today, not now.
Yet, you do not live with the scars
and the hidden places
or the shattered masks
I had to create and to wear
and look through, to survive
for just another day.

You say, Forgive all that,
it only holds you back from life.
Yet, this is my own story, my journey;
this propels me forward
to create a new world where
there is never again need
for anymore forgiving, nor searching
for these lost children.