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Life Unpredicted

 I am going to share a story of a girl I once knew.
I will say from the start that all this is true!

She was a soft hearted girl, very kind and sometimes shy.
She loved to spend her days mostly outside.

She had lots of friends that she would hang with a lot.
They would play lots of sports, but really loved manhunt!

A good girl was she, kept her school work mostly top notch,
Yet the pain that she felt, she kept behind a lock.

No one knew what this young girl really felt, for she kept it well hid.
After all she was just a kid.

During the day was a fun time, with school and her friends.
But it was the night that she mostly would dread.

A mother this girl had, that she loved to bits
A mother that care and loved her kids

After coming in for the day, from a day of play,
A warm meal was usually the normal deal.

With shower taken, pajamas on,
This girl knew the night would be long.

All snuggled in bed, a nice pillow to rest her head,
A kiss from mom, goodnight sweetheart, I’ll see you in the morn.

But the little girl knew, that this seemed to good to be true,
Because in the next hour or two, all hell would break loose.

As she lies in bed, dreams barely bouncing off moon beams,
That’s when it came, the sound, she now awake!

The car door slams, next the front door,
Why does this man treat my mother like some cheap little whore?

Yet another night in a drunken rage,
Sour breath of beer, whiskey and sin.

Why did you make this dinner have to suck so much?
Hmm, she thought, man this guy is fucked up!

Now with the plate smashed on the floor,
Mother had one thing in mind, let’s head for the door.

Come on kids grab your stuff, I’m not staying here and listening to his shit!
And in a moment or two, in the car they all split!

You see this seems like a nightmare to maybe you who read,
But this was the life that this girl did lead.

Mom, it’s three in the morning, where are we going?
We’ll see if my brothers home, or go to a motel or something!

So as many a night they trekked the same path,
Always looking behind, looking out for Dad!

This girl finally lays her head on a pillow, not hers’ but it will have to do.
Her pillow back home is practically brand new; with all these night trips it
hardly gets used.

Oh, and the mornings, they really do suck, for now this poor kid has to go
school…good luck!

As she sits in class trying her best, in her small little mind, she replays the nights past.
She feels sorry for her mom; for she knows she hasn’t done shit to deserve this.

Many years add up and the night seems like last, till one day it came when this finally
would pass.

This girl now a bit older and could see things more sober. She would sit in a chair
And hear what had to be said.

Your mother and I have come to an end!

After a lifetime of tears, sharp words, and fears, could this really be ,
Could she finally be free?

Pushing her chair back and exiting the room, a tear built in her eye,
Wishing she had a better life that had already passed her by.

Now a teen, this pretty girl had a dream like no other,
To find a guy who would love her more than her father loved her mother.

She quickly found out that her dream was a disaster,
The guys she met always just turned into bastards!

She felt used and abused, heart torn apart,

This young woman now felt that she’d already wondered this ground.

One day soon, she’d say I do, to a man that swore he loved her just as she is,
He’d be a father to her children, because they now were going to have a kid.

Seven months after marriage motherhood came abound.
Could she really have her hopes and dreams and still have her feet on the ground?

But as with everything, it all grows old,, the kisses the hugs, the tickles, the rubs.

Now a mother to a precious baby girl, she swore to herself she would not lead her on the road
that she knew ended up in hell,
But pretty soon, she saw her past life opening up to well.

Nine mouths later, another on the way,
She did her best to keep up to his puppetering sways.

Where did she miss it, the signs of this misfit?
She was a good wife and didn’t deserve this shit!

So as the days end, each turning in her head
She lies at night and slowly cries.

How could this be, this man and me?
How can I love someone who just pushes me aside?
Sometimes wishing she could die.

Many years, broke her down like powder,
I think it even took away most of her laughter.

Like the child she was and now cries inside,
Still holding it with-in, for she must hide.
---------------------------------------------------

Hello, I’d like to tell you my life,
Let’s start from the beginning
It may be long and not so nice.
But maybe I’ll be able to finish
Before I start the ending.
Life unpredicted…
Tell me, really
Is
It?
Written by haertshpdbxxxx (autumn)
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