Testimony - Killing The Dream

She was born in December

A day that was cold

That’s all they would recall

Little girl lost her mother

Stare in the mirror

And searches for a woman she’ll never know

Inside the child staring back

Left to fill the spaces of holes

Feeble answers to questions she’ll never know

So she makes up a story

About the woman in the photograph that she stole

And imagines a life

Where they share more than just their smiles

And blonde hair

Some trees are planted

Others have to grow on their own

She thinks about it less now

She’s older

«It's just easier to left yourself forget»

Memories are bestowed on the fortunate

The forsaken have to learn to just throw them away

Now her son ventures out

Unsure of what he’ll find

Or what he’s even looking for

He can’t find his way despite his maps

He throws them down

(He understands)

Lost, the son bows his pathetic head

And falls to his unscarred knees

To thank God

For giving such a little girl such strength

He lifts himself back up

A little lighter now

To see flowers blooming underneath him

In the safety of these trees

We’re staring over now

We live our lucky, privileged lives

Held together

Forever by that girl who knew

There must be something better

We grow together now

We’re staring over now