I know what it means to be a lost kid….
I worked really hard to forget….
The pain and despair were a trial that most could not bare……
I know what it means to be a lost kid and have parents who don’t care
I know what it means to be a lost kid who runs away, trying to escape the chaos that continued to plague those they left behind….
I know what it means to be a lost kid and create your own chaos with other lost kids who welcomed you in without judgment or fear, to a freedom you never thought you would find…
I know what it means to be a lost kid who dwells where no child should….
I know what it means to be a lost kid and realize that what all those lost kids thought was freedom, was actually chains in disguise…
I know what it means to be a lost kid, who wakes up one day to find that they are all alone, and all the other lost kids have gone away
To no one’s surprise….
I know what it means to be a lost adult who deep down inside is still that lost kid, who never really grew up….
I know what it means to be a lost kid who one day opens her eyes to see that she has broken free from the chains that held her down for so long….
I know what it means to be a lost kid who is lost no more…
Beautiful and heart-wrenching poem!!! 🙂
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This is beautiful! I know exactly what you mean, how you feel and I am so glad you have been found.
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Awe thank you, me too. I love my life today.
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Wow… A great example of where we come from doesn’t have to dictate where we end up. 🙂
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Beautiful poem, had quite a lump in my throat reading this – pleased it had a happy ending 🙂
Thanks for linking up to #AnythingGoes
Debbie
http://www.myrandommusings.blogspot.com
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Thank you, me too
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