I was damaged, I was broken born
An incubator were the arms
I rested upon,
I left and real arms were felt,
Life was good for a while
Till parents
Did slam the door
Tears were many, hidden from our view,
"But was I to blame"
For many years I thought so,
My schools days
They were
Ups,
&
Downs,
Skinny White guy
Short and could run
Because of the Neanderthals
Knuckles scrapping upon the floor
I was like the wind
Feet,
Run,
Gliding.
Upon slab and tarmac,
But one only glides so much
Then came the fall,
And I fell hard upon
Fist,
Foot,
&
Word
After days, months, years
The running stopped
1 tablet
2 tablet
10 tablets more
Three times tested
I
Awoke
Confused
Once again life a cruel joke.
But I learnt that death didn't want me,
And after the third,
I clicked,
It is not me
Those who pummelled
Those of venom spit,
I was stronger now
They were the joke
I grew stronger in sprit,
I thought I could cope
"But I was broken"
Never seeing the cracks
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And in late teens
Like a bull charging my mind broke,
Shattered,
Pieces,
Lay,
In bed, I lay never leaving
"A worried mother"
I hardly spoke,
Many days or weeks had past,
I don't know when but
"Like a jigsaw my mind mended,"
Not fully
Anger crept in,
But then I saw a few of those
Neanderthals
Who while at school
Were the cool kids
The ones who taunted others,
And the
Mighty
Had,
Fallen,
Real life not being what
They had hoped,
Fallen from grace,
But I felt sorrow for them
For I knew what was
Important,
Life
Family,
Love,
And I had stumbled
And many times I had fell
But now my life was for living,
This was just the first twenty years
My life was akin to a soap opera,
Days of our lives,
Coronation street,
All rolled in to one,
There were many more stories
Nutty adventures, pick axe handle to the face,
But that is for another time, goodnight & live well.