The cracks in my palm

Here I am thinking of all that has become.

everything I want to accomplish in life,

When it comes to school I'm so far from being done.

I have grown and been though so much.

But at this point I am very happy for once.

It's so strange to think there was a time when all I could think of was that knife agianst my skin.

I was misserable all I wanted to do was dissapear or leave.

I'm so thankfull now that I chose a different path.

I always knew that things in time would get better

so thats what I forced myself to bealive.

I moved away from the wrong friends and forgot about the boys because very little happiness they brang,

In the end they only made me cry.

But maybe one day Ill open up agian and make my heart give love another try,

witch will be very hard because my only true felings for someone were that I couldn't have him there when he was all I needed.

but I had to move away from all of this because sooner or later my love may have turned into a death wish .

So instead my love turned into hate and my unhappiness just turned into bliss.

I'm so glad that "that" is over I have my whole life ahead of me to come.

There are no regrets because like they say you can't change the days, whats done is done and I think certian pains you'll always overcome.

So much inside no one wants to understand and my future plans witch lay in the cracks of my hands.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

im not sure if this makes sence ......oh well:)

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Kathy Nguyen's picture

Very lovely! I like the way you capture the extended metaphor of the cracks of your hands to life. Very wonderful. Yes, the poem makes sense. And you know what? When I was reading this poem, I was startled cuz this is something I would write about and somehow, I was thinking--"Hey, Erica writes like me!" Pretty scary, isn't it? Great minds sometimes think alike. :P

~Kathy