Positive I was
but the negatives of the past
with unrecognizable faces
haunted me
for many nights
Every day
was well spent
amongst small children
I was teaching them
laughing with them.
In the sleepless dark nights
I was alone
I was alone
I was panicky..
At fifty-five
a healer helped,
He developed,
the images from those negatives
The unrecognizable was
recognized
my painful years
summarized
Yes, I loved him
and so he did
or so I believed
I recognized him
who made my life sad
...the tormentor in the negatives
was indeed my dad!
Mridual
*Based on the real life incident narrated by the first woman visitor to the 'BROKEN DOLLHOUSE'.
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