Faded into the Past

Poetry of the haunting memories and pain stemming from childhood.

Joanne Eskreis
Aug 28, 2017 · 2 min read
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Thinking back to when I was young

Watching a young child stumble and fall

Standing still at times for so long

I remember thinking she was just so small

Wanting to guide her, change her path

Although at times it was just a dark blur

Feeling her pain, feeling her wrath

Trying to warmly reach out to her

I understand more now her fear and pain

I know the thoughts running through her mind

Watching it over and over again

Just hoping for a little more time

I clearly see the younger version of me

Sitting, face in hands, fighting tears

Longing for that chance to one day see

Strength overpower all of her fears

Where did she go? Faded into the past

I rush to find the child I once knew

Afraid to face the time moving way too fast

And face the woman this child grew into

Closing many doors, sometimes afraid to see

All the paths that led me to this unfamiliar, frightening place

Now coming face to face with the real me

Reaching for the truth with a loving embrace

At that moment, I am set free.

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Joanne Eskreis

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Writer of fiction, nonfiction, poetry and journalism with a Masters in English Creative Writing. Published in journals, newspapers, and anthologies.

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