Life Lessons - The Poetry Collection

Life-Cycle

I was born, as a baby,
To a life I couldn't control.
The room so bright,
So clean and white,
Like my empty canvas soul.

I grew, to a toddler,
Where I learned I had a voice.
I felt it all,
I screamed and balled,
As I didn't have a choice.

I grew further, to a child,
Where my canvas started to fill.
My thoughts so many,
My feelings plenty,
I tried carefully not to spill.

As I aged to 10,
I knew it all then,
I was that of a different kind.
I didn't know why,
So I learned to smile,
And I hid my canvas aside.

And in my early teens,
When I should've been learning to be,
My canvas overflowed.
It became too full,
Too heavy to pull,
So then all of my defects showed.

I lost myself and knew to be no one else,
But the person my demons crafted.
My true self blind,
With a makeshift mind,
My will to live extracted.

A few years I spent lost.
A life with no direction.
A maze of my minds deceit.
Held together by tape,
I longed to escape,
I accepted my own defeat.

But soon I'll be seventeen,
I've matured and I've seen
A faint light glimmer in the distance.
I've longed for it yearly,
But I've worked for it dearly.
And I pray that it heals my existence.

It's hard to let go of something
If it's all you've ever known,
Even if it's treated you worse
Than words can ever show.
But something I now say,
That I wish then I had known;
Is that I was "born as a baby,
Too a life I couldn't control."