I was a happy child

I laughed and shoved carrot cake in my face

I don't like carrot cake anymore

I was fast child

I am not fast anymore

I was a child at flight

I have broken wings now

I was an at home child

closed spaces hurt me now

I was a smiling child

I am frowning now

But I have hope

This poem is for child ****** abuse survivors or other childhood trauma survivors

I was a ****** abuse survivor if past traumatic events seem to be rushing in lately message me

I lost most happiness when I was only four I am getting through it though
Comment if you like please trend this poem to help other people thanks!