Broken Promise

Broken Promise

A Poem by Chelsea
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My parents promise= broken.

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Broken Promise

You cradled my infant self in your arms

Endeared by the miracle of birth; the birth of your daughter

But obviously I didn’t mean much

Your street life meant more

More than me! Your daughter!

More than being my parents

You were my knights in shining armour

You armour lost all shine; it’s crumpled in pieces

Your promise to be there,

Was broken,

But I never asked for this; you made the choice

You lost me and I lost you

Our lives no longer intertwine,

I can’t tell you my dreams

You’ll never know my sadness

You won’t be able to contribute any happiness to me

You can’t be in my life and I can’t be in your life

I don’t know you; you don’t know me

We are strangers; should have been a mighty team

Maybe one day our paths will cross,

But for now we live different lives

I’m growing up and becoming a young woman

Your just you, a failed specimen of a person.

 

 

 

 

© 2010 Chelsea


Author's Note

Chelsea
This is a 100% true. I lost my parents at four because of their choice of street life. Drugs, prostitution, etc….. But I wrote this to get all my feeling out. I know it was along time, but I still wonder why they did it. They chose street life OVER ME! Their own daughter, they gave me up. This has puzzled me for years. But I’ve decided that they loved me, but only as much as they could. Because of their screwed up lives and bad choices maybe they thought giving me up was the only way. But it still hurts knowing your parents did this. Partly because parents are supposed to care for you and be there for you. And yet they did this to me. But I think writing this out has been good healing. So please review.

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If you ever read the book crank I think, it is like this, but from the s****y mothers point of view. It then moves on to glass and fallout, I think that you would enjoy these books, I did. And it is sad it is true, but maybe they did it because they knew that they were giving you a better life, that they didn't want you to have to grow up with them as parents.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This is sad.... I'm sorry.... Ugh, drugs, not good stuff......
this poem, was, amazing. You could feel the feelings behind it. yes sometimes venting out your frusteration is the only way to feel better.
talk to me anytime you need to

Posted 13 Years Ago


Some questions never have answers and sometimes it is better to have grown up without them than to live in the destructive world that it would have been. This poems shows those feelings in which you wonder why they couldnt change their lives and make it better so that you could have been included with them.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I'm sorry. It's a very well written story. I have many relatives who are breaking that promise right now. It's very sad. Good Write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I was raised in foster homes. I went to 14 schools. It taught me to be a good father. I lived in one house and my kids stay in the same district. We must learn from mistakes of other. I was pissed till I got older. I became friends with both my parent. You are correct. Writing does create peace. Your story is very sad. People who know the worst. Appreciate the good things life can give. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

omg, i am so sorry.

Posted 13 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow, this was really intense, deep, touching and emotional. My mom did something very similar when I was a child as well, she suffered from an addiction to methamphetamine and so I can relate to your story. However, even if that had never happened to me I think you still would have made me feel the impact of your words because they're very strong. I think there comes a point in everyones life when they realize that they're parents can disappoint them- and will. However, sadly, some people have to endure that to a much greater degree. Great poem!


Posted 13 Years Ago


this is very good.. I enjoy it a lot! I'm glad my parents did not do that... But think of your self now. Your growing up with oppurtunities they could have NEVER given you. Your growing up with people who want you. I'm not saying they didn't want you.. They probably just couldn't handle having to take care of a child when they couldn't even support them selves... GREAT Job!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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