Remembering is a wave of turbulence
Believing you will die from its force
Or drown in your grief over your loss of innocence
Tumbling round and round
Repeating over and over
I was just a child
At times the ride feels terrifying
At times hopeless
You want to rage at the injustice!
How could this have happened?
Will this ever end?
It Will End If you don’t give up and
You ride the wave to completion
The immense turbulence will lessen
And the once scary ride will be joyous
by Lori Golden
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