Hurt

For some of those children whose voices are lost in the hubbub around them.

Hurt, M. Mair, original art

Hurt, Margaret Mair, original art.

I am cloaked
In the darkness
Of my mind,
A prisoner tangled
In the sticky web
Of my illusions;
Always alert,
Always afraid,
Spinning, running,
Moving, moving to
I know not where.
I am a child
Crying out to you
From a darkness
I cannot understand,
Without the words
To share
The terror and
The raging glory
That are mine,
Defenseless
Against the illness
That gave
This terrible strength,
This treacherous gift
To me, to only me.
I am exalted.
I am terrified.
I am broken.
I am afraid.
Help me!

Written by Margaret Mair
Picture, original work by Margaret Mair

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