Wrestling with my past
Treading lightly toward the future
Not wanting anyone to see
The scars from my sutures
Growing up for me was tough
Without a mom by my side
To tell me I was okay
And love me when I cried
I spent many nights alone
Wondering why this happened to me
I didn’t have a mom
My dad too was deceased
Being brave was my only option
To surviving the world outside
With no one to cultivate my esteem
And no safe place to hide
Still, I thrive