I was once a child,
allegedly innocent,
sweet, gentle, carefree
What happened to me,
how did I become so lost,
a moth to the flame
As a young man, art
music, culture soaked my bones
I became a sponge
Slippery the slope
to becoming an adult
some never can see
Obstacles define
their existence until they
decide to climb out
Nimbly on two feet
or for some, two prosthetics
the real is no game
Call it blockages
or whatever you so choose
you must take the plunge
Expunge all the guilt
the shame, lunge past past mistakes
congé, to depart
Ask no permission
you and I are both adults
flow out the tea spout
Children never know
until they become adults
some may grow up fast
How lost I became
without care, guidance, support
these be the three keys
Insight becomes me
after fifty years of pain
at fifty-four, cast
Light into darkness
past the event horizon
move past this disease
Dysfunction destroyed
the soul, the spirit, the child
I was from the start
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