Treasure Island

emerson achari


Family


Low i felt
defeated
sad i felt
lonely
tearful i felt
frustrated

Yet as i walked inside the door
strong i felt
almost..almost brave

for i was where anyone wanted to be
for i was with those few caring for me
for i was in a place
a place of warmth
a place of sunshine
and of memories of stories past

a place dear
a place without the scars of fear
a place of love
a place of peace

a place where i
no matter size
a place where i
no matter race
a place where i
no matter time of day
had an all important say

For i was in that special place
a place of happiness forever lasting
a place like heaven
in all ways.

Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013
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