Rose Maydon-Smith Poem

Poem

by Rose Maydon-Smith

There once was a person, this person was alone, alone and afraid, afraid of the future and ashamed of Her creation, one creation was enough said she, but that Didn't stop her from becoming any less of a person, Her name was unknown, unknown to the extent that no one knew None the less who she was or who she was meant to be. The question is, is she really there? Or is she a shade of imagination?

Out of the darkness into the light, fight for the day but right back in the shadows. Push me away I come right back at you. Think you are any better then I'll come right Back at you. Think like a bully, then you might regret those actions for as I always Say treat others as you would like to be treated for actions have a way of coming Back to you.

Happiness isn't something you can always find, but if you look deep inside you might Be able to find a friend within your self.