Carried

I was born into the world by miracle hands,
carried to my mother's breast,
and for a while I was held close by,
until it was time to put my legs to the test.

I was lifted from the ground with many a grazed knee,
hugged tight til tears had ceased,
with words of encouragement and a stiff upper lip,
I soon turned into lightening grease.

I was sustained through my learning years,
as I wasn't of an academic mind,
but guided and molded by a teachers hand,
I found my own way and shined.

I was in love with a beautiful soul,
cradled within their heart,
In all my life I had never felt so safe,
I was waiting for our life to start.

I was pulled by hate from the place I loved most,
from our loving, heavenly shelf,
He clenched me as we fell fast into the cold,
to a place made by this devil himself.

I was thinking it was time for a change,
and the change never felt so right,
one day you know,
to hold yourself up and hold yourself tight.

I am carried by myself, by my family, by a friend,
carried by the drive to live,
and eventually carried at the end.