Being called “Deedee” use to make me crash
A spiraling dark depression wrapped in blackness
A sadness that triggered behaviors of anger
A child shouldn’t be so traumatized
Sore throbbing ear pain from infections
A deafness unhealed into adulthood
A mother lost to blurred numbness of unknown
They argued, they were apart, we were alone
Those days are a thousand years behind me
Old pictures make it rush into my heart
A breaking flood of overwhelming emotions
Don’t call me Deedee, don’t drown me into sorrow
I turn my deaf ear to such emotions these days
I lay to rest those dark demons
Pictures are just that, forgotten memories
Of loss and childhood pain.
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