This Beginning

Encased in my darkened roots and trees

As it happened a long while ago as a child I couldn't breath

Traumatic waves formed in my life as I begin to feed 

 Entering many forms of hate catching no love for more to breed.

Have I damaged the settled pieces of mirrored peace and love as many moons passed

my face never untangled 

I had grips of pain in my mind readily thrown to dangle.

I want no audience for the tears of a clown 

I've adapted to the rollercoasters of being emotionally drowned.