Black And White Photos - Poem by Andrea Ransier
Black and white photos flash through my mind of a time when innocence was so sweet and pure, a time when life was filled with shadow and light.
A child so sweet and precious smiles amazingly at a figure behind the camera, not sure of what to do or how to be......
Thoughts enter this young child's mind, of why am I here? Will they love me? Take care of me? Or will they hurt me with their words, their hands, and their indifference?
Black and white photos fill my mind of a time before the pain, the hurt, the sadness....Of a world filled with the promise of so much more.
I see the child that hides behind a beautiful smile, afraid and yet aware of a world it now has to live in....
Tears fill these innocent eyes that flow from its heart, to see the life that awaits this child...
Black and white photo's fill my mind as I remember and stare at the raindrops falling behind the hazy window, as the tears stream down my face.
I walk into the rain and let my tears flow as one with the rain, for there the tears are lost.....No questions will be asked, when one does not see the tears that flow from my heart as they blend in with the warm sweet rain.....
Black and white photos fill my mind of a time before the pain, the hurt, the sadness and there I let myself go, there I let myself return all the pain that was not mine to carry...
Black and white photos fill my mind of shadow and light where beauty emerges from the depths of the shadows....
For now I see that where you bring light into the darkness, you set yourself free from the thoughts and perceptions that chained you to the only reality you once knew.....So now beauty fills my mind and heart as black and white photos fill my mind, and no longer do the tears flow from my heart, as I remember the beautiful smile of the innocent child, who now has been set free, to live, Love and Dream....
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