WHERE I STAND, NOT ALONE
once upon a time, I was strong.
that was until I was birthed into this cold lonesome world!
no more will I have to stand independent.
the war is over.
I AM FREE!
it was the very moment that I saw her face that I knew I was in great hands.
she said unto me, "Hello Zanderland, I am your mother. welcome to your new home."
she was beautiful.
her arms that held me were so warm.
if only it had last forever.
the limbs of my troth had soon began to sprout.
no longer was I small enough to be held.
the world around me had shrunk right before my eyes.
now I am to do for myself.
"No!
mother, why are you making me do this?
can you no longer carry for me?"
I feel like a little soldier again.
life is like a book of responsibilities.
no matter where she puts you,
you, yourself has to put it together.
life-
she sits me here to think.
I am not alone.
never will I be alone!
you are here stuck with me.
helping one another.
even if we are not aware.
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