Could You Stand Where I Stood?

Just some memories of my unremarkable childhood.

Never understanding the meaning of love
Growing up to a misled childhood
Learning off of strictly trial and error
Could you stand where I stood?

Always the child in the time out corner
For not learning the right way to play.
Not knowing If Dad will come back from rehab
Or If I will have to wait another day.

I was different from all the others
With both their parents at the conferences
I was alone and quiet to them
So they threw up their walls, their fences.

Going back to a broken home
A home that left me missunderstood
From all the indescribable scenes
Could you stand where I stood?

Drunken wars with my parents
Leaving me crying on my little knees
Screaming to stop hurting her daddy
That isn't even the beginning of my journeys.

Night time would come and nightmares surface
From the endless grimly nights in my girlhood
They still don't know how much it hurt me
Could you stand where I stood?

Author's Note

No child should have to deal with these things.

Reviews

[~Mary Ann~]

Yes. No child should ever have to deal with these things. The fact that you have the strength and courage to share your memories with us shows me just how strong you really are. Having to stand where you stood, where no child should ever need to stand... Thank you for inking your piece as it brings awareness to others. The memories may be from an unremarkable childhood, but you are a remarkable young lady for opening up and sharing.

[The Broken One]

I did stand there and share with you these emotions. Thank you for penning them so beautifully. Nice job.

-Chad-