I was that girl...in the shadows
of an ever-dying love.
I was that girl...searching for God
just begging for help from above.
I was that girl...in the darkness
trying to find my way.
I was that girl...raised in violence
and then selfishly thrown away.
I was that girl...full of anger
for the past and all of the pain.
I was that girl....but now I'm not
and I'll never be her again.
A very big admittance Mary. Well done on both counts! Sincerely Ernestine.
Excellent, Mary. Usually, Spring is dusting time but..... H
Beautiful poem Mary. It sound truely from the heart. Thank you. Rickie
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I would like to translate this poem
Bravo, Mary! I was that girl also...and now I'm not either. Let's go celebrate...and laugh...and laugh...and laugh...