An Accomplished Child

I have accomplished many things

Like taking my first breath

To surviving my first death

Like holding my own spoon

To speaking in front of a room

Like having my first child

To camping in the wild

These things were milestones

Compared to what I achieved

Instead of taking a breath

I learned how to breathe

And instead of appreciating life

I learned how to live it

Where darkness always existed

That dark space is now lit

Some can not understand

What this poem means to me

Captive in grief of loss

Through God, I am free

Like moving past the tears

And giving God my fears

Like letting go of the hurt

And seeking God for comfort

Like knowing, I am human

And accepting God is not man

Like letting go of my little one

And letting the situation be

Because she deserves like I deserve

For her spirit to be free

With love I will always

Be somewhat a mess

That is not my spirit

It is more like my flesh

I have grown from a child

Into a child...

There I am accomplished!

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

This is different I like the insight I like the child as a woman as well
Tate

[Hippy]

i really like this one and growing into a child is a good thing for a child is so open and loving. i relly enjoy the flow here a 10/10 overall