Shadows of My Childhood

Shadows of My Childhood

In the depths where shadows weave and play,
I wandered through the echoes of yesterday,
A child of whispers, in twilight's embrace,
With dreams like lanterns, lost in the space.

Beneath the arches of an ancient stone,
I danced with the ghosts, but never alone,
Each step a reminder of burdens I bare,
In a world that had cast me, with naught but despair.

The laughter of others would ring through the night,
While I lingered in corners, shunned from the light,
Their faces, like flowers, so vibrant and bright,
While I, in my shadows, grew weary of fight.

With lichen and fungi, I’d build me a home,
Amongst whispered secrets where wild things would roam,
Yet deep in my heart, a longing did swell,
For companionship promised—a faery tale spell.

I watched from my haven, the games and the songs,
The warmth of their voices, where friendship belongs,
But the veil of my past turned my hope into dust,
And I learned that in silence, a child must adjust.

Yet here, in the corners of the Fiery Crab's light,
I find solace in amber, a flicker of night,
Among those who knew the sting of the thorn,
Together we rise, from the ashes reborn.

So I raise up my glass, to the kinship we’ve forged,
To the battles endured and the spirits restored,
For though once abandoned, in darkness I’ve grown,
With laughter and love, I have found my true home