The Making of ME
I was born to make a positive impact on the world!
I was the child who died A thousand times over
Before she could have lived
The child who dreamed of peace and quiet
Found in graveyards so sweet
Wandering carelessly through innocence
Till reality set in and forced growth
Feared by those who claimed
To be my protector and guide.
I climbed trees in reckless abandon
Ran free with few needs
As those were never questioned
I travelled through life
And the world
As if it were my oyster
After all those were the words
Instilled in me from birth
As I took hold of life and became stronger.
She groomed in me fearlessness
The need to conquer all that was before me
As no restrictions of my being
Could prevent me from becoming
I had been molded
Slightly in her image
Simply more serious and pensive
As she was even more kind
While I wryly would smile.
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I was observant of all that passed
Giving but a glance
As I saw the world through
Eyes wide open
And uncoloured
It was true that I would be unbothered
By all that was not real
But would rather be cuddled in truth
While life showed me the real deal.
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It was death that gave me new life
As was his intention
It came with very little struggle
Ultimately no strife
I watched as it slowly took claim Of me
And took from me
That which was meant to protect
It opened up doors of unrest
As jealousy and retribution
Slyly walked in
To debate and claim Its place in my life.
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He awakened In me the need
To close the world off
From that which I held dear.
Those shackles of despair
Would never take root
For she had given me strength
To see through.
It forced the building of walls
Great barriers to
Anything
And everything
That came hidden
Until it revealed
Its reason for being
For life was for living Not fleeing.
It gave me life
Contrary to its purpose
As it meant to claim
Parts of me
But realized it was in vain
For I chose to fight
And stand in my truth
I became a survivor In my youth.
There were no obstacles
Before me that I could not conquer
I was blessed
With a brain
Remembering what she said
That would secure
My tomorrow
And while I had enough faith In my purpose on this earth Even reality
Could not dictate
That which the creator Did create.