Demonic being
that brought me to life-
emotionally scarred me forevermore.
As a child,
I needed that presence,
that essential bond
a child needs to thrive.
That being did not give me that,
instead only sending me off
to relatives serving
as parent substitutes.
It took years for that person to learn
the consequences of neglecting the child.
The personage now is so broken
the depression and neglect must be faced.
So down the pills go-
pills that might make this person happy.
Now the person is no longer demonic-
just a scared little child...
emotionally younger than the descendent.
Picking at the wounds
that have riddled the heart astray,
the mortal must now
admit to me (and others)
that wrong was committed.
Only then will that being be able to connect, to love.
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