The Meaning of Toys and CakeA Poem by Adi BleuAn emotional prose poem about differing childhoods.People sing about the beauty of childhood Wishing they had never grown up They sing of the glorious peace They say, take me back to when the only worries I had were which toy to choose or why I had to eat my vegetables before my cake
But what if childhood was adulthood for some? What about those who carried the weight of the world on their 3 ft, scrawny shoulders instead of toy filled packs and pride for a game won Or a puzzle solved
Kids like us, hell, we had a few toys to choose from and could eat our cake without even eating our vegetables We did The stipulation is while we ate that cake or played with those toys, we felt pain Much deeper, rawer pain than those who were denied instant gratification, but received a hug for sticking it out
We use the toys and the cake to distract from the confusion Games have rules Cake tastes good That makes sense
What doesn’t make sense are the words The loudly, angrily shouted words on the verge of tears We felt the hurt and the longing heard in those words They stabbed our hearts and puzzled our minds
We felt the pain We felt the suffering We witnessed it firsthand But, sweet six-year-old, may I ask you, why is it there? Can you take it away from them?
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When you live a life of chaos, it becomes what you crave You can’t function without feeling the pain And if the circumstances around you canot create the pain for you, you create it inside yourself And you drown in it You drown in the cake and the toys, only coming up for short breathes Then push yourself back under because it, ironically, is the only way to keep yourself breathing at all
The broken little girl hiding beyond the face of a now elderly soul asks: Where is our hug for surviving? Non existant? Too bad kiddo because you still have a long way to go © 2017 Adi Bleu |
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