Five wolf pups sleeping soundly,
Dreaming fantasies to dull their pains.
Every morning they woke to play
With new defenses in their brains.
They dreamed of screamed beratement,
Careless running through the trees,
Getting lost in friendless spaces,
Or simply flying away, free.
Fears and desires breed
The strangest images in wolf pup heads,
The seeds of future habits
They’ll follow, fight, and feed.
Meantime, another day for playing
Running on in spite of what they’ve seen.
Never forget a childhood spent in pain
Or the sufferings that are unique in youth.
As a living being dependent on protection,
Conditioned to accept and embrace their misuse.
From seething traumas to reinforced behaviors
We’re shuttled from shelter by society’s whims.
Pre-designed systems of disciplinary education,
Traditions of conduct to make us like them.
Emotions you’d feel but maybe couldn’t explain,
Ideas dismissed as mere innocent mistakes.
Assumptions that you couldn’t know better
From adults who didn’t understand how you think.
Petty injustices seemed relatively large
When individual happiness meant the whole world.
The first steps towards tasting the bitterness of life,
To the first sight of cruelty’s colors unveiled.
Remember your rights and remember your wrongs,
Remember the choices left for others to decide,
Remember what you were and how you’ve been changed,
And remember the battles you used to fight.
Know children everywhere will face the same pains,
Know they’ll be fighting as we did to survive,
So when you acquire some decisions on fate,
Remember adults are who structure their lives.
Reflections, and imaginary conversations
Close fitting clothes and coffee in a warm place
Daydreams unending, continuing over days
Alone in my head, talking to you.
Confessing my feelings, my thoughts and desires
Living out my fantasies and my fears
Opening up to you and to myself
Without even needing you to be here.
So vivid sometimes I can’t sleep,
So potent sometimes I can’t think,
When it’s you and me and no one else
And it’s really only just me.
It’s a need and an addiction
A substitute for intimacy
A safe-space for my emotions
Where only I could really hurt me.
My sensitivities are brought to surface
My fragile ego realizes it’s pains
My weaknesses and repressions, illuminate
And I see through my baby-brain.
It’s me and you at you-know-where
We’re playing freely without care
We’re pretending, so we can feel
Like Disney-land is really real.
