I remember this one time in 1984.
I was a fully grown twelve years old.
My mother drove me to the children’s home
And kicked me out the passenger door.
Hit the gas and drove the hell on.
Raising a kid is too much for some.
And it just isn’t very conducive to fun
Especially since I was an unruly one.
Or maybe, that’s what I was taught to believe.
I was just a child on medicated psychiatry.
And these are the memories still haunting me.
So, I’m sorry if my life just continues to bleed
These words and emotions and compelling need
To somehow justify my impropriety.
© Christopher Allen Breidinger
Excerpt from the book “Poet Christopher’s
Myths, Methods, and Golden Messages”
About the Author
Christopher Allen Breidinger is an American poet and author currently residing in Winter Haven, Florida with his wife and daughter. This is the third book in the Golden Trilogy Series. Be sure to also check out Scenes, Dreams, and Golden Schemes and Myths, Methods, and Golden Messages.
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