A Look Into My Mind:A Setries of short Stories and Poems

Past

There once was a time when I would have wished to be grown,

To have known what the future had in store for me,

To be an adult with many responsibilities,

Not a child under the instruction of a “higher” authority,

Now that I’m grown and looking back all I see is a whole to of regrets and mistakes,

“Why didn’t I take the time to just be a kid?”

“why did I decide that I needed to grow up then?”

A stolen childhood,

Taken by drugs and death and booze,

“some one had to look out for her”

“it was me”

Single mother working double shift,

A problematic daughter and a baby on her hip,

Lost our home due to lack of money,

Had to move to a place real funny,

A kind friends garage became a makeshift home,

That’s no place for a kid to grow,

And a kid like me had no place to go,

Dreams were my get away,

Over time struggled with my age and kids,

“kids can be cruel”

That’s all anyone ever said,

Moved houses a dozen times,

Settling down never,

As the years went by I never stopped asking “why?”,

And now here I am strong as can be thanks to a past that tried the break and batter me.