Sliding Into Reality
In the beginning it wasn’t all playgrounds and curly slides
But rather husbands at my moms blue bedside
No long term relationships
But now I know what it is
No comfort in stability
But now I have adaptability
What was wrong with a trying childhood
That’s just it, nothing
I still found imagination
Still strive with ambition
Still hit that curve with no limitation
Because I see what life is
Full of contradictions
We make it our own
We are not inclosed
Rather it’s under our jurisdiction
My curly slide was blue with a chip in the end
My sky is blue with a sun in the center
My sun has left my curly slide faded
Sun bleached
but forever my mentor
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