Bright eyed star child, of what has become.
Ten years have passed and your spark has succumb.
My heart dropped , when I saw the sadness in your face.
What event unfolded, that made you age at this pace?
When i last saw you, bright-eyed and ready to take off.
What misfortunes bestowed you?
Sent you spearing into the trough?
Terrible waste of potential.
Fabulous wall of denial.
You settled for far less than you should have.
Your parents still dreaming of what could have.
The journeys train and track I have not seen.
But i have seen what is now and what has been.
Barley a tenth of the soul that I remember.
A heart sunken, much slender.
Many a valley to climb out of to return.
Much easier to let the hate and inner discontent burn.
Many would not care how you have turned out.
Tragic sadness for those who saw the sparkles in your eyes dwindle and finally go out.
© Deon Heemskerk 27-2-2012