A Childish Dream

Better, fun, easy.

It could have been this way.

But it wasn't,

And that can't be changed.

It was difficult.

I was hurt and afraid.

Scared witless actually.

Life was unbearable;

But I survived.

There's a reason for it all,

It can't be impeded.

There's a purpose for things

to be this way.

It's just the way it is.

The way things are,

are the way things are,

And it can't be modified.

Things happen.

Some things make us better;

They make us who we are.

Some make us strong,

Able to survive.

My life's not the way

I wanted it to be,

and sometimes I wonder

What my life

would have been like;

Not hurt, or hungry.

Just happy

Living in content,

Living in a fantasy

Of a childish dream.