Reid@YWP

When I was born I was promised the world 
But I was born into a world 
Where my parents grew up to only survive 
Where family to my mom was merely blood 
But to my father was more than life 

My bones no longer have need to show

but bend when all the seasons change,

Come spring I have new seeds to sow

I found it was easier to forget than to hold on, 

a relief to consider myself free. 

I never could’ve realized how suffocating it was to chase thrills,