Creative Writing

It was a summer night
When new life was brought into this world
They rejoiced and celebrated
Because I was born

Tiny steps were made
And laughter filled up the room
I spoke my first word
And was lifted into the sky

Life was precious 
But it stabbed me
Like how a rose 
Would hide its thorns

Love that once was sweet
Turned bitter and resentful
Laughters turned to screams
And my world turned silent

It became cold but I felt comfort
Mistakes were made
And regrets were born
I felt warmth that touched my soul

Life wounded me
But scars will always heal
I learned how to love
I learned how to live 

And so I lived.

- Rachel Casipit