bottled up thoughts

forgotten

[for the folio; old poem made a year ago]

I was a fruitful blessing

As they have said

I grew to be their happiness

Don’t ever change, they had pled.

I grew up from my diapers

Still they kept me as their delight

They loved me more than the others

And that made me ever jubilant

But ages have passed

Their attention turned away

I became deeply depressed

And without a doubt I was astray

Far from my family

I kept moving on

I accepted I was forgotten

And I was nothing after all

I opened my eyes and there I saw

I was wrong and I was mad

To get into dark vices

And make my family sad

I confessed and renewed myself

Hoping my family would welcome me once more

They burst into tears when I came back

Saying they missed me and that they were sore

I was new and I was stronger

Now that my family gave me love I sure would’ve gotten

If I didn’t turn astray and led myself to be worse

Now I know I wasn’t forgotten