Magdalena Ingram
Writing Fiction and Poetry
Busy Living
Life was once so simple,
Full of laughter and tears,
Packed to overflowing
With sorrow and triumph
And in life there are
Hardships one must face,
Things that you must
Overcome to become strong
Some must overcome more,
They must fight harder,
Stick together and
Believe they can pull through
I overcame.
I struggled through
All the abuse, and
All the loneliness
I made it through
All the moving around,
And all the drugs that wormed
There way into my life
I sat through all the custody trials
And felt like I was being
Pulled limb from limb
By a pack of starving dogs
I sat and watched
All the dates that meant something,
All the dates that burrowed into my head
Pass like birds flying south for the winter
Thanksgiving, Christmas,
Easter, and anniversaries
The birthdays of my
Brothers, my mother
The funeral of my two
Best friends
And as I watched these days
Go by I felt myself die inside.
Little by little,
I felt myself wilt
Like a rose cut from the bush
And stuffed inside a cheep plastic vase
And then like a rose
That had been replanted
I began to lay down
Roots and live
No more fighting,
No more worrying if
I would have a home,
A family when I woke up
I struggled and believed,
Believed things would
Get better and they
Did
I have a family,
Friends, a home
That I will always
Be welcome in
No longer do I have
To sit idle and
Wait while the world
Around me turns to dust.
I can bask in the sun,
And feel the rain on my skin
I no longer have to hide
Now, I am busy living
