A Child’s Cry

By Lydia Royce

A Child’s Cry

Day after day

We woke up before dawn

We were rushed to

Move fast, eat fast, dress up fast

Day after day

I woke before my dream ended

The rush, the hurry,

They ask me not to worry

But didn’t they also ask ‘Why aren’t you worried?’

How I felt lost,

Torn apart,

Bent ashamed,

But no one heard –

I was to be strong,

They said

It was all for my good

All the rush, the hurry and the worry.

Photo by Huy Phan on pexels.com

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