A few in AD have written from time to time their childhood experiences.
But those that survived, maybe did it by keeping their inner child, girl or boy, hidden from harm.
A few haven't yet let that child to go free, because the pain is so deep and unforgettable...and they don't dare.

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Like coming after been pushing out from nowhere
my eyes looked without understanding at the world,
help wasn’t something that the little one could expect
nor he would ever know the meaning of receiving love.

You weren’t heartily invited but arrived here anyway
to be of one mother, that extra superfluous little boy
that I been carrying inside my cold heart like forever
the only protection through many years he ever got.

He learned that silence was a gift of peaceful moments,
tears were many, so many that one day were no more,
the shadows will never thank for the absence of light,
as the asking whys came to the little one much later on.

The innocence is there, untouchable as the first day,
sparks in the child’s eyes, purity that cannot be ignored,
because bitterness never reached the root of the tree
nor was allowed anyone, to hurt the toddler anymore.

No matter what, I don’t want to lose him, my inner child,
that had kept me sane despite family, enemies and wars,
one day, a reflection in a wonder mirror I will see again,
the face of that little boy, maybe without that haunting look.