Battle of Evermore
When I was just a wee young thing
I was taught life's lesson well
Ere instead of childhood revelry
mine would be a children's hell
As a child I'd learned in life
you choose to live or choose to die
That for some are chosen happiness
And for the rest to reason why
I could weep and moan at life so cruel
or lament in deep despair
Would it help me if I wring my hands
while pulling out my hair?
Would it put me in a better place
if I took it lying down?
Nay, I think I would be just as dead
if in self pity I did drown
So I did, I think, the only thing my childish mind could do
With the power of imagination and a fantasy or two
I did don a suit of honor,
I did guard o'er children's door
And like any worthwhile soldier
I would battle evermore
While most children softly slumber
dreaming dreams that hold no fright
As the children's chosen warrior
who had taken up their plight
I did lay awake and listen
in the darkness through the door
For the sneaking sound his bare feet made
down hall on linoleum floor
As I pray to a god who was not there
to help my battle plans go right
Twas I alone in the dark with my Ball and Jax
who would be waging war this night
With my hands I stifled giggles
my mind envisioning in the black
Of the pain, glorious pain, to befall his feet
as he stumbled on my Jax
I laughed as I lay there pondering
if the makers of this children's game
had ever dreamed that their tiny Ball and Jax
would one night save four girls from shame
HUSH! I hear him coming!
I have caught him unaware
As his feet crossed o'er the battle lines
I swear his scream could curl your hair
I laughed till I cried, as he hopped while he tried
to get away from my midnight attack
Under the unscrewed hall light, he stood cursing the child
who had left out her Jax in the night
The beating was worth all the joy and the mirth
that his dance down the hall gave that night
After winning round one, I vowed I would fight on
Evermore as a soldier, FIGHT ON.
I'd decided as a very young child of abuse, that I would never go down without a fight.
I spent my entire childhood and teenage years in a silent battle with my father.
A battle never spoken of, but a battle none the less.
Copyright © Shaunda Lindsay | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment