My Search For God Poem by stephanie varnadore

Happiness is all that I know,
But people day I am emo.
Hurt and pain come naturally to me,
My parents died when I was three.
The orphanage I was at for more than a year,
Treated me till I was more than a tear.
My adopted family was not too keen,
To me, they were just mean.
Abuse from my adopted family was all I ate,
None of them listened to what I say.
Scrapes and bruises were my only pals,
And any other creatures with tails.
My life had always been a living hell,
Nobody was there to ring the bell.
To everlasting save my soul,
My mind is doomed to pay the toll.
But my teenage abuse case,
Became aware of a new taste.
On Sunday, I was led in a search;
Till finally, I came to a church.
One service was all I had needed,
To realize I was still a seed.
Of God's many beloved children,
No more will I be in a cauldron.