Ode to my avatar
Shyshark
Registrant
Where did you go my little one?
we used to play and run
in the cold crisp snow
and the hot summer sun
We were always close
we had to be
there was no one else
who cared to see
Others stayed away
we did not belong
we didn't hear
what they would say
but we knew what they said
we lived in fear
we lived with dread
There came the time
when I had to go
I didn't know
please understand
in my heart
and in my mind
I never meant
to leave you behind
I lived so long
with an empty space
I never knew
that when I saw
a little face
I never knew
that it was you
I hope you can forgive
the man who tried to live
an empty life
of shame
and blame
cold and bereft
not knowing
what he had left
I'll try to make it right
You're here now
every morning and every night
and every minute of the day
I promise
never will I go away
always will I stay
we will stand
together
hand in hand
The time has passed for tears
time to put aside
all the fears
it's time for joy
for man and boy
so you see
after all these years
once again
it's you and me
I found the picture that is my avatar in my Mother's things after she died.
As far as I knew there were no preschool pictures of me.
In the pic I am about 3 years old ... when the abuse began.
It was quite a shock to find.
The picture of my little one now lives in a frame beside my bed.
Little Raymond is home.
we used to play and run
in the cold crisp snow
and the hot summer sun
We were always close
we had to be
there was no one else
who cared to see
Others stayed away
we did not belong
we didn't hear
what they would say
but we knew what they said
we lived in fear
we lived with dread
There came the time
when I had to go
I didn't know
please understand
in my heart
and in my mind
I never meant
to leave you behind
I lived so long
with an empty space
I never knew
that when I saw
a little face
I never knew
that it was you
I hope you can forgive
the man who tried to live
an empty life
of shame
and blame
cold and bereft
not knowing
what he had left
I'll try to make it right
You're here now
every morning and every night
and every minute of the day
I promise
never will I go away
always will I stay
we will stand
together
hand in hand
The time has passed for tears
time to put aside
all the fears
it's time for joy
for man and boy
so you see
after all these years
once again
it's you and me
I found the picture that is my avatar in my Mother's things after she died.
As far as I knew there were no preschool pictures of me.
In the pic I am about 3 years old ... when the abuse began.
It was quite a shock to find.
The picture of my little one now lives in a frame beside my bed.
Little Raymond is home.
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