Growing Boy - Poem
Growing Boy Mum always called me her growing baby boy. If only she knew how right she had been. I learned early on that something was off. The way my nails grew back was something unseen. But the parlour trick was not stopping there. The limited injuries kept both parents aware. Well, the doctors deemed me fit. Medically magnificent above it all. 15 years later and the growing boy still just that. But now almost six feet tall. - So, when Dad up and left, for this reason or that cause. I picked up the pieces. Bills began to climb. I could always tell the bad letters just from Mums nervous creases. Our family deserved better. Dad leaving would not break us. It was unheard of to think aloud. To speak it would have been insane. But what gifts can I give my family. When I am the boy who feels no pain. - The search for answers led me into the dark. To the parts of the world that hide in shame. But with the ticking clock of homeward troubles rol...
