Held by the hands that helped
To create me, and who I will...
Young and sweet and very confused
all her life mistreated and abused...
Everyday I contemplate
What it would take...
It's funny how so quickly life
Can get snatched away...
I
Am...
About the age of things of
me and you i guess...
My Goal
I have approached life with a certain glee...
Its not fair,
that some babies never see daylight...
There is a reason we need roots
connecting us to each other...
Until the doctor
pointed at my shadowed scan...
Not looking for it
but something was found once lost...
..of man's lost war, I sail my boat,
to live and keep my hopes afloat...