A Forgotten Child Poem by Charlotte Ballard

I was a forgotten child
With nothing much -
In me.
To give.
No beauty -
No love.
No honesty, no truth.
No integrity. No life.
Nothing that was mine.

Except -
A current surged forward,
Forcing me to surrender
Everything to it,
Tearing away
All the cardboard pretenses -
Measured carefully and
Cut on the lines.
Spawning -
A new salvation
In the most unlikely of
Places-at the bottom
Of a poem forced in
3/4 quarter rhyme.