I stopped, triggered by emotions
The child experiences as I stand now grown
Looking back to the things which molded who I am
Whispers of sorrows, mostly memories of sad
I see how this precious heart tampered with bad
How I drowned my sorrows, how I toughened up
How the bear came out and would erupt
Wounded as a child, I see how, those I wound
I see the precious God who knows my heart and where it’s been
Now sifting through my memories deep within
As to help me to identify why, who I am
The child, the man
Challenging me, to heal and to then heal
There is a peace within as he guides
My, memories

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