Topsy Turvy
TOPSY TURVY
I am an orphan to my mother’s life.
See I did not know she was not inside.
She raised me as a child and who I saw made her image live.
I now find that an inner being fulfilled her and that was her inner core.
I am fostered by the need to grow into a hero.
I knew if I did well, my mother would also.
Not ever did I foresee the strife that was there and plus, I thought it was not real.
The struggle she was in came from a greater existence.
So Real
Life is.
Even when you see your world to be topsy-turvy
To fester negative thoughts is to find self-lost.
No one is there when going get tough and therefore, you may get in trouble.
Up against the wall, you swing out, only to find an empty space and a frustrated stance.
You know you are a woman then and not a man.
Why, you ask self.
However, no answer is given.
Your ticket was bought and what you thought was a way out of poverty.
Nevertheless, you looked and what you found was an index, your card of life and a projection to a lifestyle.
Yes, it is real.
Life is.
Believe in self and live.
Mustering the strength, I found myself suspended in time.
Is it evident I have been here?
What I did not know is that there were many worlds and I was the little girl lost in them.
You know I will grow.
You know I will be my own hero.
If this is not for sure, then I will be numeral Uno.
I am the only one to be noble.
Real
Life is.
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
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