Life in the Box of My PastA Poem by Amanda...a past I am glad I left...even now, a year later....
My past life is not a pretty one… But it seems that it happens All too much… I come from a past Of domestic violence, Mental, emotional and Substance abuse…. I finally saw what was happening, After the euphoria of alcoholism wore off, And I saw what the ruins Of my shattered life had become…. No longer did I want to live that life I did what I had to do… I packed up and took with me What I valued most in my life I have not looked back…. I will not go back… No matter what became of me, No matter what is to be…
It has been a year Since I left that existence I struggle every day with my addiction, My very existence varies from day to day Sometimes…but, I am happy that I no longer have that burden My life now depends on me And what I do with it… Something I have never before done… I try to live my life The best I know how To take care of myself and my own I thank the ones that have Helped me along the way, With kind words of wisdom… For without their help And their guidance, I would have been lost… I was a babe in the woods As far as the ways of the world, Though I am grown, I had never been alone… Always sheltered… Now I face the reality…
© 2009 AmandaAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on January 21, 2009 Last Updated on January 21, 2009 AuthorAmandaAustin, TXAboutUse our Free Myspace Banner Maker! Click Here! hey!...to all my friends and anyone that happens to read my writings, I'm going to be off from this site for a little while. I'm having to deal with .. more..Writing
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