Moving Out

Poem By Breanna Verkon

At the grocery store my mom and me
I tell her when Im seventeen Im free
She tells me its a mistake
And her heart breaks
I let her know I love her and its not her fault
She starts to walk away and I beg her to halt
You would do the same mom you know its true
I gave you your name what is there to prove?
Mom I cant deal with this like you can
Well you know Ill be there, Im your biggest fan
Thanks mom I love you, hope you understand

I look down at my little sister
I tell her I love her and ill miss her
Her tears fall as they become thicker
My heart melts and I feel sicker
You know ill visit babe, I wont leave forever
She says ill miss you alot, but its whatever
Her tears keep coming, so we hug and I start humming

Now im sitting in class
Thinking about my future affected by my past
I cant believe all the things that didnt last
My freedom is approaching fast
Im scared theres too much contrast
Living on my own seems too real
But does not change the way I feel
I know I can take this freedom and make it
Because my determination remains fit
The fire in my hopeful heart is lit
The past is simply what happened
My future is not yet at end
The future is my friend

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