to the child

[newground]

To the child, perhaps in me, who blazed the trail I walk.
It Seems unfair somehow that you, so small and lacking so much
Should have had to take the lead.
You did do well you know... I can see how it might seem less.
But you took us through the pain and fear
The ghouls beneath the bed were real!
With no resources, no way to know, Where the truth might be found
Pass or fail, Stand or fall, the result is all on you.
You couldnt tell it not really
Who would you have told?
Outnumbered and out gunned it was sure to mean Worse pain
And more misery still
No, you did not fail in fact
The more I think of who you were
The more you are a hero

 

[C. E.]

This is a wonderful expression of thanks to the burden the child had to bear - carrying the shame, the secrets, and trying to manage a situation that even adults who were not "so small and lacking so much" would have been challenged to meet.

All this crap fell on such skinny little shoulders. I get this.

 

[victor-victim]

The ghouls beneath the bed were real!

you are only 'paranoid' if there is no clear and present danger.
otherwise, in the event of hazards, menaces, and threats to your personal safety...
fear just might be an appropriate survival response.

when courage and reason prevail, and the right action is taken,
the child becomes the hero.

a beautiful poem.
loved it, newground.