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Deep inside of me

Deep inside of me my heart hammers against my chest.
My emotions running high,
I can't believe what has happened.

Now that I see what has become of us.
Deep inside of me a child is growing,
but the emotions inside of me question what is right.

I'm tired of being scared,
tired of being one of those that hide from their emotions,
now that I see what the out come is I show my emotions now that it is okay.

Deep inside me this child is growing,
something is trying to move inside of me,
I'm not sure if it's the child or the fear deep inside of my being..

The thoughts of ones being begin to circulate around me body,
wanting nothing more than to be a good parent.
Maybe it's just me I've only told two people.

The father of this child doesn't even know,
am I heartless for this or am I just afraid of what will happen.
I know that if it does come down to that I will be by myself for that moment.

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  • drybones
    July 25, 2007

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    Sad

    You use poetry to express your innermost fear, desperation and confusion. It is that kind of poetry that has the greatest impact on the reader. Many times when you face trial and tribulation, you feel alone and lost. I know the feeling well for I have walked through that dark valley many times in my life. Take some advise from an old battle scared survivor....believe in yourself, and trust that in spite of what appears to be a hopeless situation, this too shall pass. God bless.


    • ravenblade18
      July 26, 2007
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      thank you for your support and wisdom. your words have really touched me.


  • Bazza
    July 25, 2007

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    Tell the world.

    A sad poem depicting you with all the responsibility for a moment lost but there is no need for taht. What has happened is fact so stand tall and look them in the eye and tell the truth ... All of it and then research motherhood so you will cope better informed. You don't mention parents, so now is better than when they have to ask. You have brought all this out in your poem and painted some reality and showing your fears and misapprehension. Go for it honey, for there is no need to be alone in this. Well written and presented
    Bazza

    • ravenblade18
      July 25, 2007
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      Thank you

      I finally came out and told the father of the baby tonight I haven't mucled up the corage to tell my grandparents the truth about this at the moment, but I plane on telling them. The father of the baby has also said that he wanted to be there when I tell them even tho there going to hate him, but he wants to there for my baby and me. Thanks for your support