Growth paramount
Environment, I do not chose
I tend to believe it’s a gift from above
Gift that nourishes my growth
A gift that fills my blank pages
I thank God for mama and papa
My reason for being here
Shows us the power of families
But….
It came in like a plague
Spreading like a disease
Conflicts and disagreements
No one ever thought the end result would be “broken”
A broken home
Do I wish the tell was different?
Yes, sometimes
But then with time I realized it’s a battle I had to come to peace with
Its above me
The Man above says, “I will make everything work out together for your good”
Surely He does
Along the path I found peace
So did mama and papa and the little one
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