To my dearest 5..
Third year of high school and my life greatly changed
my heavy thoughts conquering my distraught brain
my body fell victim to the crazy unknown
hungry and weak and the silence of being alone
anxiety taking over all that I had become
something I believed I could never overcome
a bite of saltine cracker here and there
5 pounds doubled, I see myself spare
What was wrong with me, I knew not
tears rush down my cheeks, with a tissue I blot
For my life was wonderful and not one thing stood out
that could've triggered this feeling that had come about
I began to lose hope in myself altogether
when you stepped up to help make my life better
With the feeling of never being enough
there were five that were there to call my bluff
they could see I was scared, broken, and flawed,
my family of 4 and my forgiving God.
It was with you, my sweet 5 that I challenged this thought
I was able to conquer what I thought I could not.
for without the support that I was able to receive
Living would be something I could never fully achieve
now I am happy, confident, and proud
and I owe it all to this small crowd
I realize you are just a number for many
but to me you are five lucky pennies
I give you a thank you for all that you do
you have given me the greatest gift of starting anew
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