Childhood Too
Remember being sent to bed
Early because you’d been naughty
How was that a punishment
That invoked tears and invective?
Oh to go to bed at six thirty
Curl up and shut out the noise
And the hurt you imagined
In such a house where love
Seeps out of the walls
It is easy to ignore culpability
And embrace chaos
Especially at seven
Boundaries were set
Bent and broken, but
Always with a safety net
No matter how high you
Climbed to escape
You knew that they
Would always catch you
Until one day you caught them
Thoughts
More childhood tales and an old flakey door.
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