Drowning:By An Eight Year Old Orphan

she is young and sure she is got this raw talent in writing, she lost both parent at the age of four,her Orphanage home said since she was brought to them, the most important thing she does is writing Poets . She gave me her Poetry book to read and with her permission I brought this touching one to you.
Am not given the permission to say much about her but I know this poem would have someone out there.

Drowning…

In between my faith and fate are hope that helped…
Some hurts deep down my bone
Some made life miserable than miseries
Instead of love, all I feel is pain across the vibes of my heart
Low and high are my miseries but my joy I counted not as deserving
Am little yet mighty
Close yet far
Successful yet a failure
Loved yet hated
Adored yet taken for granted
Above yet felt my self esteem is missing.
Godly yet following the path of hell
Worldly yet thinking of heavenly things most times.
Brilliant yet scoring below average
Sociable yet lonely
Found yet lost.
Just like a beggar
I lost my integrity
Out skirt the living
I die a little
Live a little
And most importantly
Cry a little than I ought too… Then I realized am Drowning.
Written by: An Eight years old Orphan hand_child_drowning_palms_waves_49266_2560x1024gallery_312988_2_18734

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