Ironic

It’s over!
In some ironic sense ..
That I always knew would happen.
It’s over!

Love and family
Always reaching for family..
Even in halves
Desperate for acceptances , in everything I do.

Misconceptions and misunderstandings
Straining and rebelling
This is my way.
Either way is wrong.

Here I am!!
Trying to be heard
But unable to scream.
No one to listen.

Please I say .. with open arms
Always smiling, hoping, believing
That we could start a bond.
Praying to God it is not to late.

But knowing, feeling deep inside.. It’s late
The wall will always threaten refuse and taunt… can we over come?
For dreams sake I try, secretly swallowing pity and confusion
Except, forgive .. No questions.
This I do for you.

Erica Ivory

ECA/ 82

My teen years