fears

A poem

All my life I wanted to know,

what made the sun grow;

I watered fears,

and watched them grow

and felt only worse,

as more was let go.

I could only ask why poor me,

is this really how life has to be?

someone has to be out there

someone who makes you feel like,

you were something they grew in their back yard.

I knew there were better times,

where the sun shone brightly  life was mine,

and maybe now there will be a better day

only my choices and not any other way.