Past Times

Past times have come, they lurk within the darkness, as I sit here fighting to continue on with my journey, tears roll down my face thinking of.... the things that no longer exist. Lost a Tia to death by drugs, a mother to abusive men and drugs, a father to child molestation, a grandmother because I had a kid at fifteen. I can't tell you how many times as a child I was abused, how many schools and homes that I have been in. No family support, so I do this on my own, All I got is my pen and paper and that's all I need. No tears can come for there is no emotions in my life. Foster care for five years, two kids by the age of 17, both wound up in homes with adopted parents, How was I to raise them with no one on my side to help, Family hates me, because I chose life over murder. I don't understand how people can be that way yet claim to be Christians. I worship my Father on High and sing praises to all. Past times have come but now its time for me to defeat them once and for all by using the power of God.