M's Poetry
Healing Process
Looking down the pathway
I hope I make it halfway
It seems always to be littered
at times I wish my mom would just rot in prison
maybe I am angry
because I don't realize my potential to be happy
I am frustrated but I am not the only to suffer
being an only child I realize
I am for better or worst my parents bread and butter
I have messed up but I am trying
it's dirty but I will get it to shining
I just tell myself don't give up
the past may suck but today the sun hasn't set
and tomorrow's weather is undetermined
just to remember the good memories I search endlessly
but I know eventually I will find a few
it will be worth my while to change the scenery
I can no longer hate you
because the healing process is finally taking effect
I release all that is bitter
all that counts is holding you and not looking back
more good memories I know we can make
before it's too late....
2004@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
I hope I make it halfway
It seems always to be littered
at times I wish my mom would just rot in prison
maybe I am angry
because I don't realize my potential to be happy
I am frustrated but I am not the only to suffer
being an only child I realize
I am for better or worst my parents bread and butter
I have messed up but I am trying
it's dirty but I will get it to shining
I just tell myself don't give up
the past may suck but today the sun hasn't set
and tomorrow's weather is undetermined
just to remember the good memories I search endlessly
but I know eventually I will find a few
it will be worth my while to change the scenery
I can no longer hate you
because the healing process is finally taking effect
I release all that is bitter
all that counts is holding you and not looking back
more good memories I know we can make
before it's too late....
2004@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
