Sister

Sweet little Chelsey with her golden hair

Forced with borrowed burdens she can’t bear

Her grades never slip and neither does her tongue

The silent torment sprouting for a girl far too young

 

Sweet little Chelsey with her golden eyes

Only in private she allows herself to cry

Chaos’s melody plays somberly in her home

She locks herself away and dares not to roam

 

Sweet little Chelsey you grew up far too fast

Trauma breeds trauma that can’t stay in the past

Did anyone thank you for being so strong?

Your silent pain held us together for so long

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

What a sad comment on the lack of parental care and protection this poem portrays. I think many kids these days are being forced into isolation due to the pandemic and I think that lack of interaction is detrimental to their social development. But these are unprecedented times with unprecedented mandates and measures.

[poison&kerosene]

This poem is actually intended for my sister. I was really sick growing up and my parents were doing the best they could. I still carry guilt for the attention I needed and the chaos I created. She grew up having to be stronger and self contained. I do agree though. Unfortunately I think that has created a much higher mental illness rates in children. None of us really expect to live through something like this. For every measure taken to protect the community there are still unintended consequences. Much like the measures my parents had to take to get me help and the unintended consequences. Both necessary but it’s sad none the less.

[Unspoken poet]

such a emotional read, so sad....

[Serendipity Planet]

Did anyone thank you for being so strong?
Your silent pain held us together for so long

That's almost made me cry , you described pain so beautifully

[Chris]

I wonder of the "trauma" faced and was it - alone?

[Davidgeo]

Lucky you it seems. Lucky you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Silent pain is the worst burden to bear. When the caregiver has no one to lean on. The weight of the world
is such a heaviness, when we take care of everyone but ourselves.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Hidden secrets here that sweet little Chelsea has to endure. Always sad when people are in torment by stuff going on in their lives. You have conveyed the mood well and your stanzas flow well and your end rhyme is sound. Nicely penned.

Chris