(Challenge one ) ec_poetry
Gloomy days in the frosty chill,
Sat under the tored blanket with a book in hand,
With each sip of my tea recalling days with emotions fill,
Who cursed I won't have my 18 b'day grand.
In the same old perpetual depressing days,
I went outside only to see the dark snow around,
I have lost the spark in my eyes, my matron says,
I being ugly with no one sheltering me and my wound.
The next day I see the sun a lot brighter,
I heard I'm finally adopted by a kind pair,
I was over the moon since my heart was feeling lighter,
They said, call us mom-dad since I'm now their heir.
After an year D-Day came I've been waiting since long,
I've my old and new family get together,
I've now turned 18 and strong,
I've my best b'day blast giving me my feather.
{Who said this?}
(Quote: Life is round. We are stuck on this wheel. Living and dying. An endless circle. Until someone breaks it. You walked in here, you ruptured the pattern. Bang! The whole world gets wider.)
