Poetry Attempt#1

I wrote this poem earlier this year and I figured it was time that I shared it with the wider community. I’m also looking for feedback on how I could make it better.

CHILD NUMBER 8

Being child number 7 the expectations are greater
number 8, how are you handling all that pressure?20160702_100858
I just wanted you to look up to you big sister.

But things are not like they seem.

I once took that drink just to fit in
but that was a monster I let in.
Tossing and turning I swear I’d stop 
until it became a cycle of loss.

Trust me, number 8, things are not like they seem.

I hid behind that smiling face
convincing myself everything’s ok
one more song, one more dance, one more drink I’d say
the sun is up, oh shucks it’s day.

Number 8, you’re growing, discovering yourself, still in school
don’t worry about being that unique fish in the pool.
Once in a pool you have no where to go
swimming round n’ round going with the flow.

But things are not like they seem.

Follow those dreams you so often talk about
but don’t forget to be devout.
I love being your sister, number 8
even if when younger I initiated hate.

The truth is that you are loveable,
forgiveness is powerful and mercy obtainable. 
Freedom may seem like a foreign thought
but I know, number 8, that it is not.

So pack those bags and let them go,
down the river they will flow.
Let Him take you away because tomorrow,
tomorrow’s a new day.

My Catholic Living 🙂

I love you number 8.

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