The words we write for the purest ones,
The ones who still are yet to see the world
That you and I have seen, have felt stab wounds
That scared us, hurt us, broke our hearts,
We need to write those words so delicate
To ease them into real pain,
To soften the inevitable blow
When life comes lurching in their way.
I’ve started writing bits and pieces for young adult readers because I have spent so much time around this age group. And I see that most of them are on the cusp of understanding the world a little more. Some of them have already started to see it through adult eyes.
I think that literature is a way to soften the blow. If they can read about these things through the eyes of characters that they fall in love with, then they can have a little taste of it without getting the full whack.
I’ve had three kids in my tutors groups this year who have lost parents in the last 12 months and that must be horrific for a twelve year old to go through. I have seen the deep pain that causes and it actually scares me as an adult. I’m not suggesting that a book could take away that pain, but perhaps they can help kids through those difficult moments.