We didn’t have much,

but we kept our dignity;

what little we could save

from our circumstances.

Mom worked two jobs.

I tried to fade away,

but she wouldn’t let me,

and I knew it, too.

There was a whole lot more

to do,

and no one showing up

to do it.

This life was gonna be,


and the sky,

and the deep, blue sea

‘til I die.

“No one is coming

to save you.”


HG – 2020


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