Where do I turn for help?
Fool's gold friends for company
But no sight of the wealth
Running to locations of custody
Momma falling to her feet with tears
"My child's desperate desires"
I start to drown in my own fears
Wondering if there is smoke below my fires
Daddy beyond the borders
Me searching for my DNA
Packing all my papers to their order
To understand what they truly say
Salty sea shore plush against mine eyes
Drowning me freely before I'm carried away
Just as the wind blows the mighty fireflies
Through the nights my bitter dream I hope never say
CROSSROADS IN ME
YOU ARE READING
CROSSROADS IN ME
PoetryMy name is Mesha Stewart and this is a short poem I wrote from my emotions. Based on my life story and what I've experienced.
