My LIfe Story in Verse

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My LIfe Story in Verse

My Life Story in Verse


So many years ago when I was less than ten,
I heard my mother say she had to pack my things;
My sisters asked where to, why must I go away
My mother shed her tears, couldn't reply to them.
I couldn't understand my sisters were crying,
They were embracing me like they'd miss me for years;
Outside, the rain won't stop, my tearful eyes staring,
I felt my swelling heart about to burst in pain.

Next thing I remembered I was in a big house
In a neighboring town far from our humble hut;
My new house was ancient and it was dark and damp
I lived with an old man, my grandfather he was.
He's quiet and reserved and seldom did he smiled,
He's generous and rich, but looked stern and distant.
I never felt at home although I had enough,
I missed my mother so, I was in tears all nights.

The next page of my days was abrupt and so dim,
My grandfather got ill and heard him said his will;
He wanted me to live with his son, my father;
He brought me to his house where I met my new mother,
I then found a new life with new brothers, sisters;
It was a life transformd to a new surrounding,
A life far diferent from the one I had been
I was very confused with all these sudden change.

Sometimes I was allowed to have a shortlived glimpse
of beloved Mother  whom I left where she lived;
It was painful and sad growing away from her,
I had all those questions I never asked nor said.
I had mixed emotions nobody could have felt;
It's a fate I embraced to live through all those years,
I needed to adapt to this world I was in,
It's like I had no choice but let Fate had its way.

Those years were like some winds bringing different moods,
At times breezy and fresh, at times stormy and bold;
I learned as I grew up, my views came wide and broad,
The people I had met  were filed like treasured books.
Experiences were kept, new emotions unfold,
Young heart found little joys, some excitements behold;
Along came some new hurts, pricking pains to be told
Shared laughters with close friends, and let life find its course.

When I reached my teen age, I looked up at the stars,
I started to weave and dream of future life;
It would be colorful, it would be clear and bright,
It would be different from the life that I had.
There'd be no confusion of how I came about,
The why's and how's of things should never have their part;
I would live with a man whom my heart so desired,
We would be prosperous and live a happy life.

Heaven heard my prayers and sent me the right man,
But I was not so pleased because I was too young;
I was not yet prepared for married life at hand,
The timing was not right, it was not in my plan.
Yet I drifted along and let events to run,
And so circumstances seemed to have its own wand
Fate played on me once more so I had to stand,
It's like I had no choice but played my destined line.

At first I was like numbed but love inspired me on,
I found strength and courage in my newly-found home;
I felt real happiness when new lives came along,
They showed me new rainbow, gave me inspiration.
With my own family, I found a new vision,
I discovered new path with renewed direction;
It's a different world where I ruled on my own,
I designed my own course towards new horizon.

There were thorns I stepped, challenges on my way,
But I learned early on, "Times aren't always the same",
"Todays have tomorrows, each night has its own day".
Some storms came and passed by, but there were sunny days.
And now where I stand, I looked back to those years,
I saw the lines I walked and I still fell the pain
But I've found some answers to the questions within,
I came to realize I'm a special being.

 

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bandit1192 commented on My LIfe Story in Verse

09-23-2009

Such a long and difficult road you've travelled to realize you are a special being. Your story is one of struggle and inspiration. My favorite line..... Todays have tomorrows, each night has it's own day. Well done, TS

arianne

09/23/2009

Thanks for the appreciation. This is the story of my life, a colorful one though when I was young I didn't se its colors.I saw it as dim and not as natural of children with normal family. Thanks God I succeeded in providing myown children with a normal home...

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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