This Child whose development
was stunted, stayed, and suppressed
whose life had been dissected
into a jigsaw, a thousand pieces
no pattern or pathos reflecting
no emotional connection or affection.
A chapter in life when one needs
a path without scars or criticism
transforming into a deluge of emotions
into a puzzle to pain confused for gain
by irresponsible adults unraveling
their fury, baggage with befuddled bias.
One tortured innocent where memories
try to tackle a piece and place it in time
to adjust intimidating broken ways while they
obsess over addictions with selfishness
when images may be vivid but the scars still
remain an insight into a journey of adolescence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem