global Wanderlust Adventures

In a world of innocence and grace, Where childhood flourishes, free and light, The mind awakens, the heart relaxes, In a sweet and sorrowless existence.

But sometimes, fate, cruel and relentless, Strikes down childhood, without pity or mercy, Transforming a smile into a pitiful grimace, And leaving behind a heavy burden.

Sharp words, like sharpened blades, Pierce the soul, leaving deep scars, Brutal gestures, repeated humiliations, Break innocence and leave indelible marks.

Traumatized childhood, an invisible wound, Which carries within it an immense and invisible weight, An indelible mark, an implacable memory, A ghost of the past, always present and inflexible.

She grows up, however, despite the searing pain, Trying to rebuild herself, to heal her wounds, But memories come back, like a crashing wave, And plunge her back into the torments of the past.

Traumatized childhood, an open wound, That does not heal, even with the passing of time, An indelible imprint, a seal on her soul, A constant reminder of the past that never leaves her.