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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I was just a wee young thing I was taught life's lesson well Ere instead of childhood revelry mine would be a children's hell As a child I'd learned in life you choose to live or choose to die That for some are chosen happiness And for the rest to reason why I could weep and moan at life so cruel or lament in deep despair Would it help me if I wring my hands while pulling out my hair? Would it put me in a better place if I took it lying down? Nay, I think I would be just as dead if in self pity I did drown So I did, I think, the only thing my childish mind could do With the power of imagination and a fantasy or two I did don a suit of honor, I did guard o'er children's door And like any worthwhile soldier I would battle evermore While most children softly slumber dreaming dreams that hold no fright As the children's chosen warrior who had taken up their plight I did lay awake and listen in the darkness through the door For the sneaking sound his bare feet made down hall on linoleum floor As I pray to a god who was not there to help my battle plans go right Twas I alone in the dark with my Ball and Jax who would be waging war this night With my hands I stifled giggles my mind envisioning in the black Of the pain, glorious pain, to befall his feet as he stumbled on my Jax I laughed as I lay there pondering if the makers of this children's game had ever dreamed that their tiny Ball and Jax would one night save four girls from shame HUSH! I hear him coming! I have caught him unaware As his feet crossed o'er the battle lines I swear his scream could curl your hair I laughed till I cried, as he hopped while he tried to get away from my midnight attack Under the unscrewed hall light, he stood cursing the child who had left out her Jax in the night The beating was worth all the joy and the mirth that his dance down the hall gave that night After winning round one, I vowed I would fight on Evermore as a soldier, FIGHT ON. I'd decided as a very young child of abuse, that I would never go down without a fight. I spent my entire childhood and teenage years in a silent battle with my father. A battle never spoken of, but a battle none the less.
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