The Forgotten Child

This poem is partly autobiographical. I hope it shows that no one has to be a victim of Destiny. Life is what you make it.

A living, breathing reminder of a youth that was defiled,

Cast in the shadows, a dirty secret was the forgotten child.

It seems inconceivable to fight the condemnation of Destiny

Yet this is what the child did, valorously and endlessly.

Over heartless Destiny did this unwanted child prevail,

Refusing to live a life of lies behind Shame’s darkened veil.

Author's Note

It may be reworked...this was written on a Saturday evening whilst I sat in an armchair, pondering...and waiting for my dinner!

Reviews

[Sagar Waingankar]

Beautiful words that are directed from your heart, keep on the nice work !

[Chris McKnight]

Wow, I truly love this so much. *

[nicolo]

partly autobiographical.

it must have been so hard for you. no one is a victim of destiny. you are the sum total of the the choices you make.:) VERY GREAT WRITE!

[Luke Ritta]

I really enjoyed this!!!

[futurepast.]

I loved this write, and I remember that I used to be there. So dark, and filled with imagery.
Well done.

[DeletedUser]

I loved the way all of your words blending together and rolled off my tongue. "It seems inconceivable to fight the condemnation of Destiny.." Amazing! Very powerful read here.

[I Cast a Shadow]

A very bold statement of emergence. I know one of these forgotten children quite intimately and they are the most brilliantly shining stars. Unwise men prevail in a coincidentally unwise place, unfortunately. One piece of advice that my intimate friend rides on is "know what is going on around you,"; a piece of advice given from her father.