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How will I know
The taste of freedom
If I am locked
Inside a cage?
How will I find
A true horizon
When I am of
Tender age?
Where will my parents be
Tomorrow?
Will army men
Lock them away?
How will I know
If I will get to see them
Once again
One day?
Great post and love the sense of needing to be out there living life in it. Thanks for linking to my post too! 🙂
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Too many children have been torn away from their parents, and are in limbo, not knowing what will be. If we can’t be a voice for them, who will? Thank you for the comment!
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Yes I totally agree!
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Lovely. Tender. And so on point.
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Adele Ryan McDowell, Ph.D.
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Thank you, Adele! Xo
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Powerful and poignant in a few words. Impressive
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Thank you. It is a painful reality still for so many children. We need to be their voice, so that their (often completely unnecessary) suffering can be resolved.
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Quite so Na’ama.
People who turn their backs on them do not realise those who survive will often become the bitter and violent folk of tomorrow and so continue the cycle.
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Or the broken and ill of tomorrow. Even those who won’t turn bitter and violent (and many do not), they may well carry the effects of Childhood Adversity in their bodies, to the tune of chronic illness, inflammation, heart disease, metabolic issues, shorter lifespans, and epigenetic changes that affect their offspring, too. Childhood trauma is an investment in misery.
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How true.
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