Before It Stops”
In childhood, an over active mind, pressed
From too many memories, spills into the
Unconscious, stirring reminders of
Traumatic events, lingering even as they have
Reached adulthood. I have written a metaphorical
Experience, as such, of sadness a child holds in their
Mind and heart from the burden they were never meant
To bear _
~~~
This is a strange vault for a library,
Consciousness holding and
Unfolding histories and mysteries…
~~~
The librarian is dressed in black
Her hair sleeked back, spectacles
Enlarge her eyes
A ruler is used to prove her
Authority, she is very stern
And makes sure these books of
Memories are learned
In a sea of words
Where thoughts are stirred
~~~
The child is little, she is small
Latched to a tall ladder day and
Night with no relief in sight
Too young to know what matters
Just following the instruction, with
pages worn
From many fingers leafing through
stories of shame and scorn
~~~
She can barely reach the lowest
Shelf recording the story of herself
The twelfth shelf she must reach
In time
Growing a little older with an
Inquisitive eye, another rung is
Added, another shelf is saddened
There is succession of speed as
Wheels turn across the
Floor, the ladder reaching to the top
Before it stops
~~~
The child flees in terror to the
Basement of this keeper of life
Events and is lulled to sleep
Consciousness turned to
Unconsciousness, it is
Apparent the child is no longer
Transparent!
This poem is included in the book
‘Unshaken’
Donna's Poetry Blog 
enjoyed your write!
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