Today's prompt on the NaPoWriMo Facebook page was to write a poem to yourself as a child.
Some people can't love
because they don't know how
they hate everything about life
because it causes them pain and strife
an ill-fated heritage to their offspring too.
I cannot answer
why some are born to those
into darkness and despair
while others receive the gift of better emotion
and devotion
from day one
while you got none.
Yet, know this
any life given, even though hard and dark
is better than the alternative
when old enough
make your own way
break the cycle
learn to love
and pass it on to your children.
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