Things change over the years. We grow up and away from childhood and any abuse endured therein. If we’re lucky, we one day come to realize that we now live in a different timeline, one where those traumas are but dreamlike memories only half recalled.

timelines

This poem has been published in my book an inkling hope: select poems, available in Kindle and paperback formats. Out of consideration for those who have purchased a copy, I have removed it from this post and online viewing in general.