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Life
Life
Born full of promise and happiness,
how was I to know that was only an illusion.
The innocence of childhood is the best of all worlds,
soon I would see that it was all just confusion.
Before I could reach double digits in age,
I sought to hide from other's rage.
Rush to sleep to avoid the fights,
only to be awoken in a fright.
Abuse physical and verbal was to be my experience,
in my heart I was to seek my forbearance.
To be beaten was to give way to a new fear,
along with alcohol guns were brought about in later years.
To please and appease was my goal,
failure would be my woe.
No matter how I tried,
my family would still be capsized.
Into the night my father would be dragged,
out the other door my mother and sister would fly.
It was another family my father would brag,
and out onto the street I went again denied.
Such was many a relationships' no happiness would I find,
until many years later would success arrive.
I no longer seek the parents that I do not need,
in the heart of another I have purchased a deed.
Love and acceptance at last I have found,
yes in life purchase an ounce receive a pound.
In the Lord I have put my faith,
for in another's heart He has shown my fame.
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