In a few days, I'll be twenty,
But it'll actually be nine.
Why?
Because eleven years ago
I almost cut the line.
God gave me a chance
He whispered to me in that moment,
"You are more than what this world needs,
You, my child, are mine, and that's enough."
So I restarted the clock,
freshened up,
ate breakfast, and
Sang a song to him and went for the day.
Coming back to thank him became a daily habit.
But I'd rather make it a song,
Then claw my way up a string that's about to snap.
The end was so close to me that the beginning felt missing.
From the smiles of the toddler I was,
To the scars of the shame I carried as a reward of my near end.
I learned how to fix myself nine years later.
So resetting the clock wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Therefore, this is the year I turn nine.
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PoetryThis right here is an original book of poems and is authenticly written by myself. It is about every thought and feeling that flows through me.
