Childhood

Everything begins in childhood, it is the most crucial stage in a person's life. Some of the most important lessons are learned in childhood. And for some, like me, childhood is a period of strengthening. Here is a recollection of parts of my childhood. Parts that have created vivid stains on my memory.

Childhood

I’ve got these vivid recollections of my childhood that stain my memory.

Glass shattering, doors slamming constant repetitions of ‘bitch’, 'fuck you',‘I hate you’.

 And me, with a pillow wrapped around my head

Soaked all the way through

 Trying desperately to muffle the thuds and screams

 That penetrate the walls that are meant to keep them out.

And December, goodness I hate December.

 A month that carries on its shoulders the delicacies of Christmas and New Years

 and never have I hated anything as much as I hate those days.

 They start out the same way:

 food cooking on the stove,

 glasses of alcohol

 and then at around 8pm…

 the demons begin to manifest themselves,

gripping and strangling to death whatever piece of happiness there was during the day.

Then it begins all over again, shouts, screams, doors banging and constant repetitions

 of ‘bitch', 'fuck you''I hate you'

Colouring in black stodgy pen,

the “season to be jolly’

So I’ve tried to escape it,

Every chance that I could

Spending it with friends

Drinking myself into a coma

So as to numb my brain,

get it to try and forget,

restrict it from wondering

if perhaps at that exact moment,

In a place I call home

Two people I love,

are constantly repeating the lyrics to the background song of my childhood;

‘bitch’, ‘fuck you’, I hate you

With a door slamming in the background.

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