Upon this Christmas day
There's so much to say
I'm so proud
It's like I'm on a cloud
I'm honored to call you my mother
I'm ecstatic to be with my sister and brother
All is how it should be
Mother, step-father, sister, brother and me
Together at last
So let's leave the past in the past
Let's celebrate the now
So take a bow
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems some are very dark and include self harm some are just depressing some are a little lighter and some like most poetry, it's meaning changes with the reader. I hope you find what you are looking for with my poems.
