Making my way

Through this path with my hips moving side to side as my hands touch the thorns that slice my hands and knees day and night.

No path of escaping because you pull me back on the chains call growing pains.

I know that this life may look good on the outside because maybe things are easier than what you face.

But unless you walk in my shoes how do you know what I say is all there is left to be said.

It is not my place to tell you all that happening around me because if he wanted you to know than you would be in control of my life.

You would know all the answers before I do and then I wouldn’t have to write this for you.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
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