I try to search but all I find
Is only what I want to see.
Dark corners hide inside my mind;
Shadows shade my memory.

I still remember the numbing pain
And all of the stinging tears
That fell more often then the rain
Throughout my tender years.

Recalling why remains hazy.
How did I come to know such pain?
Those shadows are what drives me crazy...
Yet they are what keeps me sane.


Yvonne Denise Springer
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