I dreamed
and believed
yet not daring to believe
when your arms were around me at night
promising me forever
all the right words to make me float around half dazed in a haze
let's make a baby
you said and let's set a date to marry
we're married already
I helped you pick out two witnesses and you said then
let's not include them, just pick anyone off the street and get it over already
I felt so down and alone when you turned away from me
when you yelled at me
you set me free
and every heartbeat
every kick in your *** of the child I carry that you reject
abandoned by you like your father abandoned you
and let your mother raise you alone
all the anger and pain you carry
will not now ever be a part of me
or MY BABY
and I will cherish every first step
and the first word
and tell the child LOVE CAN be TRUE
but sometimes people let you down
there ARE mountains to climb
but in God and friends and inner peace
you gain strength and do not have to climb alone
there may be cold and it may sometimes feel so hard you can't take another step
some days you may want to climb inside like a clam
when the clouds gather grey or dark and the rainy wind does blow
don't EVER give up BELIEVING
in RAINBOWS

very nice poem :)

we must never give up looking forward to a brighter day.

as it has been said, life is like a box full of chocolates.

Godistheanswer

This piece is very heartfelt and deep. And I am so very deeply troubled in all I've read here. But let's always know that in terms of your writing style and your own personal grace, I feel good feeling troubled. This is what poetry is all about. And, you've captured the hearts of many a smaller bird, and so, we must hunger - always, for more. I am just such a fledgling sparrow in flight.

Thank ye, Godistheanswer. This is truly work worth kinder, wholesome disposition. Ye work hard and therefore should never go unnoticed as we thusly move along t'gether - in night.

Well done, Darling. Well done. You are to be commended.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Here is a piece of work that does something...Here is a voice that speaks!...You begin with words soft and promising, words that, like a great lover, draw me in, satisfy my hunger, then drop me upon the surface of hard reality and life's most precious gifts....I love the "woman" in the woman who wrote this!