Echoes of my childhood

filter into my adult being

Strands of negativity

that took root behind closed doors

Always the troublemaker

the target of blame

Seeking security, attention,

love.

Sour memories contradict

the happy times

The laughter, the unity

precipitating a fragmented family

Separate lives, isolated feelings

And I, 

the intersecting burden and blessing,

the glue

The woman

nurturing a trapped inner child.

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