Childhood sweet but gone.
Teenage years hard yet still simple
Graduation says freedom and adult hood
Pregnant, 18, full time college.
Not sure where home is, but worried on what my kid will know as home.
Praying to the stars yet no answer, life falls more apart
Feeling like a burden to all, was keeping this baby a bad idea?
For no love is bigger then mine to the soon to be born child
but what am I to do when I don't even have a home
Foster care broken, no place is safe, but am I even best?
For the color of the flowers I was learning to create on my own are gone yet again
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Author:
Spyrolove (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 12th, 2017 15:35
- Comment from author about the poem: not really a poem this time. more of a vent sorry
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Comments2
Wow! I hope the world takes care of you, you'll get what you put in so never give up hope. Just keep writing and saying what you want.
You message touched me and got me thinking... don't give up... hope will see you through. Be blessed!
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