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My past, hope and me

Author: Lynty
Year: Hope

Trauma, pain the black sheep that was me

Hope, my life I never could find,

My family, the world took that to,

Looking back I was nothing as I grew

A council estate wean outsiders seen,

Deep rooted scars they never saw,

Just like the hope I never met

Wishing I could have taken that bet

My life spiralling out of control,

My past, drinking and drugs saw to that,

An ever lasting whirpool of a hole,

Hope, now I see you reaching out like a pole.

My pole of hope, a prison cell,

A concrete home for now,

My crime is my way on how I couldn't cope,

You're my sunshine rays of hope.

My past led me here,

In a cell of hope I have the tools,

Tools of hope of which I've waited for so long

This is where I belong

My past, hope and me,

Hope you're helping me to learn and heal from my past,

One day I will tell my story,

Hope, you will be there to take your glory.