Been a minute, since I wrote.
Not my plan, to sit and dote.
My mom, I miss, as she is gone.
My dad, he chose to travel on.
I am here, to sit and wait.
Bide my time, as hopes deflate.
Will not forget, my life outside.
I will get out, regain my pride.
This I vow, before I’m done.
My goal is clear, already won.
No matter what, they do to me.
Will stand up tall, and walk out free.
See the country, drive the coast.
Do all I can, make the most.
Remember all I learned in here.
Write my book, may take a year.
When I’m done, the book does sell?
Can live my life, and do it well!
Copyright © Belind Celayir | Year Posted 2006
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