An Uneven Trade

It's a tale of growing up and adult responsibilities. My childhood was cherished and sometimes I wish to revisit.

I still remember as a little girl, I spent my days playing under the rays of the sun,

my mother and father watching as I grew and grew in our backyard.

Days turned in-to months, and months turned in-to years.

I still remember growing up, I spent those days isolated in the darkness. 

Mommy and daddy weren't interested; they were having a battle of their own

I'd do anything to glimpse through the eyes of that child once more,

and feel the heat of the sun raining upon my pale back, 

my arms raised high, and the weight of the world knocked off my shoulders.

Reviews

[MelissaAndres]

I think you did a very good job here. Childhood was a little bittersweet to me. I am the oldest of six children but I always felt so different. Everyone else was always outside playing and I was the one reading and writing, escaping to a different world. My Mom thought what I was doing was a waste of time. I STILL enjoy reading and writing to this day. My best friend in school was an only child and we always laughed about how we would love to change lives. Your poem is packed with a lot of emotion. You should try poetry more often!

[~ Kimberly ~]

Thank you! It was the opposite for me. When I hit eleven or twelve, I began taking step back in-to the shadows per say while everybody else continued to have precious childhood memories around me. My parents started fighting badly and my sister began tampering with drugs. It was like I had to grow up too soon. This poem was based off a dream I had before, I was a child again and I was wearing a sundress in the backyard. The sun was almost blinding, and my arms were raised high against the wind. As if I was embracing the freedom. When I woke up, all I could think about was how badly I craved to see through her eyes; to hear thoughts of when times used to be simple, and my family was all in once piece.

I may try poetry more often. I'm usually very hard on myself when it comes to writing... but you guys are helping me open my eyes. Thank you for your review!

[MelissaAndres]

You are very welcome! I have many good childhood memories, don't get me wrong, and I would love to go back in time for just a little while but I was always very shy and quiet in a chaotic household. Nothing terribly "bad" happened until I was much, much older so I guess, in that respect, I am pretty blessed. For me, writing is a great outlet. I can't say I'm great at it but it helps me a lot .. to get things off my chest and down on paper, to be creative and in just doing something that I enjoy lifts my spirits a ton! :) Don't be so hard on yourself, but I do understand exactly what you mean -- I am my own worst critic and tend to second guess myself way too much!

[Adam Adams]

Strong words. You reminds me the anthem of some rappers who capture the whole scenario of world in their words.

"Mommy and daddy weren't interested; they were having a battle of their own"

Kinda realistic line you've pen'd up. It portraying how even the whole life seems to be vanished into the winds, in a blink and no one gets to know of it anything. What goes left behind is nothing but the dark pieces of memories within. Very deep poetry. I guess, everyone reminds their own childhood, cause.. it's the age/time when what all the mind knows/understands is "freedom" -- the life's free from worries, but as those tiny steps go stepped out to the world, the heart comes to understand, how entangled such freedom could be if it's thrown in a wrong way. Means, many faces go unmasked. Anyway, though your concept's 'bout memories. Very nice imagery. I'd be looking forward to reading "you", Kim.

Ps. It's very good to know that you've beautiful novelist. I guess, you may attach your poetry somewhere in your book, it'd be helpful to you have your readers beloved with your work for sure. If someday I could.. will surely like to take a look at your novels. Keep it up!

[Relic]

We all feel this way if we've had a good childhood so many can relate to this. I can feel that sun now. It was great.

[MAC]

nothing to pick at.........reads very well and this reader so relates to it. enjoyed the write and it returned me to some memories of my own. excellent write!

[~ Kimberly ~]

Thank you! Means so much to me. I'm glad you enjoyed. :)

[MAC]

welcome dear writer

[Leo]

short and sweet and I really enjoyed reading it..you made me wish I could see life once again from the eyes of that little child in me