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Dec 2012
A young boy
No more than five
Holds his happiness within a glass jar

He has trapped a wave within the mason
And when sunlight shines through
He is happy
Because to him, happiness exists in the suns reflection

He rests his jar on the window sill
Hoping to collect the sunshine
Praying it will be enough to keep the darkness away

When darkness comes
It brings crying, screaming, yelling and hurt
His mothers bruises feed off the darkness
His fathers liquor controls in the darkness

When night falls
And he rests in bed
He stares at the jar

The water no long contains the suns gleam
It is black and heavier than it was during the afternoon
He hears a shout, a pound, a creak and a shatter
He hears tears, anger, apologies and hatred

But all he feels is guilt
He could not keep the darkness away
Not with all the suns warmth he collected
Darkness stole it

Darkness stole his happiness
Darkness stole his childhood
Darkness stole his mother's life.
Maxine Schmidt
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