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Alone on the Playground

A childhood memory

By Unbreakable HeartPublished 18 days ago 1 min read
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Alone on the playground,

Back against the wall.

Hands on my knees,

Knees to my chest.

5 years of age,

I feel so small.

Cold red bricks,

Bare grey tiles.

Surrounded by faces,

I've never seen before.

I don't want to be here at all.

Where is my best friend?

She was like my twin,

We were always together.

But now I am here,

Alone on this playground.

Legs closer to my chest,

Hands tighter on my knees.

Maybe no one sees me,

If I'm small enough.

Sticking to this wall.

Everyone is playing,

Everyone but me.

Echoing voices,

Strange faces.

I feel so alone.

Cold bricks,

Bare wall.

As I listen,

Voices call.

I don't want to be here at all.

Sinking,

Drifting,

Fading away.

Sitting alone,

I don't want to play.

Alone on the playground,

Without my best friend.

Once, always together,

Now, forever apart.

Inseparable, or so I thought.

Alone on this playground,

Where I lost my heart.

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About the Creator

Unbreakable Heart

Words. Pen and paper - keys and fingers. Freely flowing, never-ending.

Words. Lips and air - voice and vibration. Never flowing, ever suspending.

Through my pen I tell. The paper carries my voice.

Soundless and unheard - untold stories unfold.

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