It Wasn'T Always A Battle Poem by Amber Mielke

This Will be My First Postive Poem,
Ive never written one before,
But Today Ima Show Em,
That I can through all my pain out the door.

Its Gunna Be About him,
Ive only talked about the grim,
Ive Only Focased on bad
And not all the good we had.

I love the way he kissed my forehead,
And How He Held me In The Rain,
This I have Not Foresaid,
Because After Came Pain.

I love His dimples,
Cheek to cheek,
Our life seemed so simple,
Week After Week,

How he persisted to say he loved me,
Even though I never believed,
it was all so dreamy,
It made me feel so relieved.

How he would hold my hand,
When we walked down the street,
When we played in the sand,
And put it between our feet.

I miss what we had,
Because it was so good,
He didn’t do all bad,
For he made my childhood.

Though I wouldn’t change anything,
And I regret very little,
I will always remember something,
It Wasn’t always a battle.