Broken Memories


I'm from a broken road.
A line through which not many walk,
But many are left alone.
I am from unloving situations
And drug abuse.
I'm from a thing called adoption.
Given up in hopes of a better life
Like a baby bird being thrown out of a tree.
I am from screaming, yelling, and crying.
Hard times and lonely moments.
But also,
I'm from love and nurture.
Someone who made a choice to love what was left to die.
I am from someone who gave up their life,
For mine.
I'm from a beautiful disaster.
A mother who couldn't bare a child,
But was given one.
I am from the soft sound of the rain tapping on your roof,
The laughter from a child,
And snow drifting through the sky.
I'm from a broken road,
But I am loved.

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