Little old meA Poem by RosarythoughtsI have often thought to myself What do I matter? Billions of little creatures make up me an uncountable amount of people make up the earth earth is just a planet in a solar system in a galaxy and so forth and so on and then i thought, I dont matter I am just something of something of something ext so they threw relegion at me well god cares about every sparrow that hits the ground well im sure he does but still what do i matter Then I lost the will to live to thrive as the person that is me Drugs alcohol sex you name it i did it then those events those choices led up to a knife to my wrist I slit it as the blod flowed i didnt care i didnt matter Then I felt someone picking me up no it wasnt god or an angel or a f*****g alien it was him the one i had came to love
In my opinion we all matter becuase i didnt die that day i found out a month later i was 3 months pregnant my duaghter has been more of a blessing to me and everyone i know then i could ever imagine. becuase i had her when i did my mom was able to enjoy having a grandbaby before she passed this last january now i ask you did that matter
© 2008 RosaryAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on April 20, 2008 AuthorRosaryCharleston, SCAboutan assortment of colors cascade into a melodramitic painting on a canvas that is my life note: all the paintings in my profile can be found on the site: http://www.originalartonline.com more..Writing
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