I spent so much of my life
wallowing in self pity
carrying baggage
filled with pain
Why did I have to exist?
just to shoulder the sandbags,
trauma brings
Wondering why?
I was never loved
How could that be my purpose?
I never get to change the past
And the pain is a burden I wear
But my children are the
Reason I was gifted to exist
And their shoulders,
will carry feathers
Because my past taught me
The lesson of the sandbags