Cost

When was the exact moment I fell, I don’t remember, but look at me, my spirit is loud and clear, it tells?

Like monkey business it smells 8-months ago, I could never foretell, or predicted a “love” such as this.

Once again, I asked for love and he gave me troubled people to help, I guess I got my wish.

Once again, I asked for strength and he  gave me obstacles to overcome, second wish.

I asked for peace, but is this my piece, sheesh.

I contributed to the chaos.

I am not a cool kid, I’m far from a boss.

All this mess comes with a cost.

How much am I willing to pay?

Will I look at myself in the mirror with pride again one day?

Who’s to say?

I’m choosing this so I must be willing to pay.

My daddy rolling in his grave, I wonder what he would say.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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