Shattered memories,
Fragments of my mind.
Scattered like broken glass,
A childhood left behind.
Years may have gone by,
The pain remains still so real
Broken memories haunt me,
Emotions I wish not to feel.
Hearing confusion within,
Voices from beyond.
Years have caught up,
Sometimes unable to respond.
A cry from a child of three,
Or anger from a boy of fifteen.
A fearful girl of eight,
A world to many is unseen.
Flashbacks of things untold,
And night time brings terror
A fear to close my eyes,
A life full of trials and error.
Shame is what i feel,
At times of remembering things.
Memories filling my mind,
Is this what healing brings?
Shattered is what i feel,
But i hold on to the glimps of light.
Wanting to run and hide,
But with Jesus, I will win this fight.
Theresa McLaughlin
Copyright �2002 Theresa McLaughlin
