DEFUNCT CHILDHOOD (poem) by John W Townsend on AuthorsDen

DEFUNCT CHILDHOOD
by John W Townsend → (All Poetry by John W Townsend)
Tuesday, May 23, 2017 Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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If your childhood was rubbish, the damage that it can leave you with can affect you into the rest of your life. Try to love the child within you.

When I look back to my life as a child it only brings tears thoughts running wild, me filled with sadness anger inside too many chapters that make me want to hide. Leave me alone with my broken past that non-existent childhood that I never had, what do you do when no one has the glue that love to stick it all together never was there for you. Why should I remember what I never had there is nothing there yet it keeps coming back, years pass you fight and flight yet that mold has you trapped makes you angry inside. Saw things that hurt even now when I look back I am filled with upset though it is sixty years in the past, why did I become a father stained with no childhood it taught me sod all except anger and pain. So you learn the hard way maybe too late you cannot run away at least not until you wake up, no more passing it around even if it was way back then accept it reject it wipe it away hug your child from yesterday. Wipe his tears that kid of thirteen almost broken hug him now move on.. Dedicated to anyone who had a rubbish childhood.

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on June 6, 2017

Yes, John we carry around what our parents did or didn't do and then one day you finally realize it is time to forgive and grow..

Always,
Deborah

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on May 24, 2017

I don't know of anyone, myself included, who can say they had a happy childhood, and i'm sure my kids will say the same thing, and that's sad. Childhood has to be the most painful part of our lives, and I would never want to go through it again.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

It seems that many poets here have had bad experiences as a child. By comparison, my childhood was idyllic with a young beautiful mother and my handsome hard-working father. I was never alone with my twin brother is a constant companion.

I never had children although I like them very much, so it's difficult for me to say what kind of father I would have been. I think a firm but kind one and more involved and generous than my father was.

Poetry like yours certainly helps the healing process that allows you away to express your anguish and your coming to grips with how you responded in adult life.

I would only hope that goes here that have had bad experiences that they do poetry about would move on after a while and write poetry about more uplifting things.

Ron

Reviewed by Mystic Rose

Your poetry is outstanding today, I feel every word, we all have a past dear John, and some of us had to work at the healing phase with blood and sweat, still, we're standing, that tells us we are warriors having an earthly experience, I feel proud of you, even if we didn't meet, it takes great courage to embrace your inner child, well done x

Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on May 23, 2017

It's painful to think of my childhood with my dad. He was angry and took much of it out on me. He literally kicked my ass. Still, the words did the most damage, hurt and pain. If it were not for my mother, I would have gone insane! Still, I had to forgive him for the past or that memory would be the devil himself still reminding me and kicking me in the ass. Write all your regrets down, pray for forgiveness for anyone who hurt you then burn it to the grown. Amen