I was born into a life,
I wouldn’t have chosen for myself.
Criticized, and judged;
they were just somethings I always felt.
My fathers’ calling to be a vessel,
came long before I.
And despite the repercussions, some decisions you can’t deny!
Expectations of perfection; based on decisions that were not mine.
Impatiently waiting for my deliverance; that would inevitably come with time.
And so it did, or so I thought;
at last my fate was now my own.
Silly me, still just a child;
the real world I had never known.
Little did I realize,
my daddy wasn’t wrong.
The preacher that had raised me,
had been guiding me all along!
Now looking back at my resentment;
Not everything is as it seemed.
The grass I’m standing in right now,
I know is just as green!
The certainty and desperation;
the better life I was searching for;
It was all a dream, just a myth;
From this life, I could not ask more!
About the Creator
Alaine Hay
Hesitantly optimistic, I feel my inspiration from my pain. An anxious, bipolar single mom, trying to somehow raise a well rounded teenage girl! Lol.Trying to gain wisdom through my downfalls, and spread hope through my success, despite them
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