There are moments in life
when dark and frightening shadows
frighten me.
Shadows of the ghosts of childhood
I had thought I had rid off.
But they live
and haunt me.
During such moments
I am a little child again.
A frightened child
who was small once,
defenceless,
squashed, mauled by circumstances.
The mangled remains of the child
is me today.
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