Day 3 4/3/11
Imagine the world without you
Glad I Couldn't Do It
Laughter echoes through the house
Reverberating off the walls.
Leaving the sense of excitement
Bulging like an overstuffed belly.
And I am grateful
That I was never brave enough to take my
Life; which I contemplated many times.
As my parents' fights raged,
As my mother stumbled drunkenly
Cursing and swearing,
I hated my existence.
But, I couldn't end it.
Now my four children complain
About boring, lounge-around-the-house-kind-of-days,
And bliss overwhelms me.
For I have provided the gift I always coveted,
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