Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 20
Teenage years
It wasn’t any easy preserver
I was never in gangs nor the **** route
Bullied to no end
Everything was why?
Never could figure out
It seemed like an adjustment period
Times of fuss
Fights upon Fights
Life seemed to fall into place
The word Prosper became meaning
Sunshine became an embracing warmth
Fresh air pure
Wonder flourished into understanding
Wisdom a solid sustaining
A new day in a better tomorrow
I am proud and head up dignity
Life I never thought I would see
Here I am
Forever graceful
No Doubt
Honest and true
My purpose is a pursue
Really nothing new
I just had to find myself
Had to overcome from the reflection back
I stand and have conquered
preservationman
Written by
preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
36
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems