Where should I start with this story of mine?
As a child, things were not good,
I didn’t have any parents, really, and was confined.
Happiness was for someone else.
My life was far from being what it should.
Growing up and in emotional pain,
I reached out for comfort, from anyone.
For all my efforts, in the end, I had nothing to gain.
Through all my youth, I just needed someone.
As a Mother at an early age
I really tried my best.
I was happy for a while, but it was only a stage.
Being a good wife was kind of a test
Now my children are grown,
Doing the things, I use to do,
And living their lives, on their own.
I’d love to have all those years back.
Now I’m growing older and afraid of…
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