Gina Van Wolf

When I Was Young

When I was young I was a fighter
my words were strong and sure
I would take what I was given
and wouldn't dare take any more.

When I was young I was a thinker
my mind was at it's best
I would take what I was given
as if it were some test.

Now I am no longer a fighter
my words aren't strong or sure
I grab at what I am given
and come back to beg for more.

I am no longer a thinker
my mind's laid down to rest
now I stare at what I'm given
and wipe the dribble from my vest.

I used to have a body
I used to have a soul
now my skin is sort of empty
a sort of giant aching hole.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 4, 2010

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  • Marie92 Sims (3/4/2010 4:58:00 PM)

    Wow, I guess it happens to the best of us.

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