Trauma

All traumatized children rise to the tune

Of anxious heartbeats under the pillow

Your childhood room seems so bleak and hollow

Rise glasses of tears in the month of June

A virus from which no one is immune

So innocent like angels in the snow

Your tiny heart would always sink so low

When your father drank in the month of June

For summer is the season of all joy

But only to the children of the world

That is a role you lost the right to play

After you have put down your favourite toy

At the age of ten; yet feeling so old

Trauma made you stronger is what they'd say