~You try and save me from tonight
You try and save me from this horror
This horror we call life~
Perhaps when I was a small child
When I could not speak
Nor think for my self
You held me close
Tried to shelter me from pain and tears
But some where I think you dropped me
And it hurt to pick me back up
For now that I grew older heavier
I was hard for you to hold
So maybe you left me
Cold and lonely
And tried to shelter me from above
And maybe it worked for awhile
Until I grew legs
Then I would wander, explore
You didn’t like this
For you had to move
And I don’t think you liked changing
Not for me anyways
You want me to sit still
Even to grow smaller
So you could hold me again
Shelter me again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
growth and tomorrow-nobody but ourselves to nurture us to it -good write-10