Written as a teen..
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I am NOT running away.
How was I to know
that there was no place to go?
No Home.
How was I to know..
That love was lost
Not just for a day
But forever
Desperate for deliverance..
from a life
I could not tolerate.
I left
On a mission
To find where I belong
To find I don't ....
Belong.
Looking for a sanctuary
that does not exist.
I return
In disgrace
I submerge myself
In desperation
In frustration..
No longer believing in ...
love.
No longer dreaming of ...
home.
I have failed life ...
So I stand-
alone
Erica Ivory
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Reviewed by Cherokee Sage (Reader)
Reviewed on May 18, 2003
Yes, very well expressed. I hope times are now better.
Peace,
Cherokee
Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)
Reviewed on May 18, 2003
Dear Erica, the pain you must have endured. It makes me sick to just read about it!
You showed remarkable talent as a teen, your writing has gone from strength to strength.
G'day to you!
I like this poem. It's expression really POPs. I have that photo in my computer. Isn't it adorable?
I like this poems reality and down-to-earth, gimme-the-mud perspective. It's so true. I wish I could help those that feel like this; I know you are by sharing this!
Lots of Love
*-x Brittany x-*
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 18, 2003
Never too late to WIN at life. It's all in what you focus on. Postive, you get positive, the negative, you get the negative. Good work. Thoughtful.
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Peace,
Cherokee
You showed remarkable talent as a teen, your writing has gone from strength to strength.
Love
tony
I like this poem. It's expression really POPs. I have that photo in my computer. Isn't it adorable?
I like this poems reality and down-to-earth, gimme-the-mud perspective. It's so true. I wish I could help those that feel like this; I know you are by sharing this!
Lots of Love
*-x Brittany x-*
Sandie Angel :o( a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$
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Chrissie
Love Peggy