A
Painful Adolescence In Poetry.
I
didn't have much as a teen; and I had big dreams. From
a broken home, with a sick mother and very little money; I had
come to the place of a shattered heart. So I left school at 14, moved
from place to place and job to job. One of the only things I had with
me at all times was my poetry journal.
The
skills I acquired, and the feelings I expressed both kept me alive
and led me to my life's passion; composing and singing music. As
I read back I realize what could've been and what wasn't. The
potential, without the support and stability. There is some grief.
Eventually,
the woman who I had to become regressed into a
reckless party girl. I barely survived that. My life was threatened
and now my health has come to be sensitive. However; being
forced to be healthy is the greatest blessing-in-disguise gift
that can be given. I have learned a great deal about the wonders
of natural health. I look back on the things I thought I knew; and
realized I had fallen through the cracks…
Today
I know that I have, and have always had, Asperger Syndrome. I'm
beginning a new beginning. For my body, for my family, for
the music and with hope that others can one day benefit from my
experiences. The girl in this poetic memoir is a dark, sullen shadow,
crying quietly behind me. I hope to put her to some
rest, by releasing these words from her heart.
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