Why

Why

We were born as one of eight

Some of us unfortunately late

As is said last in first out

To be found out what this is all about

Through as seed to eyes wide

Our lifes path determined for the ride

Reflections of our guardians past

On us as punishment did last

Running to each for rescue

Not realising all was affected as we grew

Our thoughts, minds a damage

By ignorance and self-inflicted rage

Personality’s side lined for a false stage.

Through our walks of life

Schooling, just a must

As to us this was a new adjust.

To others a learning as supported,

By unchosen guardians sorted.

All made it through Junior but two

As from birth they were fortunately truly unaffected grew.

Given a mind of neediness and not real thought,

Real knowledge and understanding never sort.

As for the rest

A fight to achieve and make the best,

Of what was afforded to our untrained mind-sets,

Who was to know who above placed bets.

Surviving the first stage of life,

A guardian dies and relieves a little strife.

Some leave as falsely grown,

To continue in chosen paths without proper seeds sown.

The rest left behind to pursue

A new step in our life, pain to continue.

A little relief of a place,

To a new home we move but an old pace.

Bodies growing but minds stunted,

By continued hurt, pain forever blunted.

Behind closed doors but some unheeded,

The uncomforted cries of our little bodies that needed.

Our own flesh grabbed at by a new,

Evil persons not of the same blood we knew.

Why was this to be our serve?

What did we do to deserve.

Please be taken away,

As children to avoid more dismay.

The end eventually given,

By powers unknown for continued livin.

Affected bodies and minds to breath,

Finally a space to heal,

A built outer protection sheath for real.

Our own flesh birth we give,

To learn from our past and live.

As supposed to be,

We did not know true glee.

But for us and them we will try our best,

To remain and love as true for the rest,

Of ours and heir’s share our pains,

As in the past hurt always rains.

But to know and learn how,

Life is supposed to be now.

One day all will know, what

Transpired and by who caused this rot.

Life will continue I know, without shame

As we all are not the same.