Ink-stained pages, words that confine,
A story told, yet not divine.
Foster children, don't be defined,
By labels stuck, like stubborn lines.
Your light shines bright, a radiant beam,
That shadows can't conceal or dream.
You're more than files on a dusty shelf,
More than narrow definitions' wealth.
Outbursts rage, like storms in the sky,
But sunrises follow, and the clouds go by.
They're not flaws, but proof of your might,
A strength that's born, in the dark of night.
You are the author, of your own tale,
The words you write, will never fail.
So rise above, the margins so fine,
And let your light, forever shine
YOU ARE READING
The Fire Within: A Foster Kid's
PoetryThis is a powerful collection of poetry that captures the raw emotions, challenges, and triumphs of life as a foster kid. Written by someone who has lived through the experience, these verses shine a light on the resilience, unity, and unyielding s...
