Muscle memory
From trembling thin arms to thunderous cries,
A childhood stained with hunger's cruel guise,
Clutching to mother, seeking her solace tight,
In a world where shadows cast a daunting fright.
Constant threats and abuse, a heavy weight,
Youth stolen away, no chance to abate,
Eldest boy, burdened beyond his years,
In grey short pants, resilience through tears.
Socks pulled up, a symbol of strength and will,
Make do and mend, finding solace in skill,
Through cycling to the grammar he'd ride,
Enduring shouts pierced the night sky wide.
Stuttering mocked, as determination grew,
Escape to the books, where dreams come true,
Scabs on knees, badges of courage worn with pride,
Each day a torment faced, yet courage never died.
O! young ones so burdened, yet still so strong,
In the fierce flames of adversity, you began to belong,
For deep in your muscle memory lies the key,
To rise above struggles and set yourself free.
Stephen Gospage
Wed 2nd Aug 2023 07:52
These sorts of experience resonate with many of us, John. It is a privelege to read this incredible poem.