The Lucky Child
If I asked you who I am,
I so desperately wonder what you would say.
For after all, you are the reason why I am this way All of your oh, so careful words from your oh, so harsh tongues,
All of our 5 A.M. arguments turned to five hours, five days, five weeks of not seeing each other
Even though we lived in the same house.
Why do you think I was oh, so desperate to leave? Oh, so desperate to be free?
And yet I'm left to wonder
Would you take one look at me
And be disappointed in all that you see?
Of how different I am from the person in your hopes and your dreams?
Never mind that that was never me.
I never could be the child you wanted
For really, I was never a child at all,
Just the firsthand product of secondhand dreams. My playing pretend was calling an Uber from a different street
And looking okay whilst I fell apart at the seams. Oh, how “lucky” I must’ve been to live a life so grand
Doors slammed, pills spilled and bottles sent flying by your hand
All in place of the gentle touches, correcting our mistakes, learning how to just be, all that a childhood should’ve been
All that I would never be.
No six-year-old should have to be strong
No seven-year-old should have to carry Atlas’s pain
No eight-year-old should be learning about suicide and thinking oh, but what if I gave this a try?
What a neat little thing it must be to die.
About this poem
Somewhat dark musings about life thought up while washing the dishes and hurriedly scrawled onto paper.
Font size:
Written on July 13, 2021
Submitted on July 14, 2021
Modified on April 21, 2023
- 1:19 min read
- 8 Views
Quick analysis:
Scheme | XXXAX BABBXB XXXCCXB XXDD |
---|---|
Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
Characters | 1,359 |
Words | 265 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 6, 7, 4 |
Translation
Find a translation for this poem in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"The Lucky Child" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 29 May 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/104934/the-lucky-child>.
Discuss the poem The Lucky Child with the community...
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In