I wrote a poem today. I felt angry and when I write, I always release the anger and feel better. Here's a piece of my work.
"Can't you see I have steam coming out of my ears?
Can't you see this years exposed all of my fears?
I know it's hard for you too.
But did you forget that you're not alone?
Don't you know this house isn't my home?
Some days I feel strong, like I'm doing good, hell, great.
Other days I look around and remember that I'm afraid.
Afraid of what the future might bring.
No phone calls, no ring.
It's safe to say as I write this I'm sad and hurt.
But there's one thing I learned.
You can only depend on yourself today.
Because you never know what tomorrow will bring. "
Bekka