On the Surface, Underneath & Knowingly Blind

Yes, I just posted and I'm posting again, but I wanted this to be separate even though it's indirectly related. As I said before, Speak really effected me and kept me up last night. As I lay in bed thinking about the movie words started to fly around inside my head and I just had to get them out. So, as quietly as I could I sneaked out of bed, trying not to wake my husband - I failed at that, btw - and into the living room to grab a piece of paper. Then I lay there writing the words down before they left me. I even went into the bathroom at one stage to finish writing it bc I had disturbed my husband's sleep. Then, after thinking I was done, more words started flowing out and by then I thought for sure my husband was in a deep sleep so I jotted down the words while laying in bed. I had only grabbed a small piece of paper and therefore ran out of room so then I lay there in the dark writing on my hand. Anyway, these two small pieces are what happened. There was no thinking and rethinking as I have done in the past while writing, it's just the words as they popped in my head.

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On the Surface, Underneath

Childhood is bright and free,

blue skies and lullablies.

It's friends and imagination.

Playing and dreaming.

Living and loving.

On the surface.

~*~

 Childhood is dull and trapped,

hushed sound and never found.

It's enemies and consternation.

Trying and failing.

Living and hating.

Underneath.

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Knowingly Blind

 To know the truth and turn your cheek,

to leave your child alone and weak.

To hear a plea and still play your game, 

to think that he was nice and tame.

To never speak of it again, 

to never let the talk begin.

To simply smile and walk across,

to think I did not mourn the loss.

With all the things you did and said,

never once did you try to get inside my head.

You chose to simply be instead...

Knowingly Blind.

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So, that was the flow...what do you think? Utterly depressing, huh?