My Child

My Child long poem

Uploaded by Julia Burwell


I am here for you, my child
I beg you to not fret.
for we are here in any time of need.
Whether it be during the long and sleepless nights,
or the mornings where nothing ever happens.
You need not worry anymore, my dear.

I am here for you, my child.
I beg you to not weep.
Do not cry over the ones that have hurt you in your life.
They do not deserve the tears that are shed from your eyes.
Nor do they deserve the breaking of your fragile heart, my dear.

I am here for you, my child.
I beg you to not be angry.
They do not understand the frustration they cause you in your life.
Your voice echoes loudly throughout the place you call home
yet is it even really considered home?

A home is where you feel at ease.
The place where you feel safe and secured
from what the outside world throws at you.
Home is where a family should love one another
where they get along and happiness is filled in every room

My dear…
Home is not where you should feel anxious
Home should not cause you to cry
Home should not make you feel angry

Yet every second
of every minute
of every hour
of every single day this happens to your young life.
No one is able to save you from the pain you feel.
Whether it be from the mental pain your home causes you
or from the pain you inflict on yourself.
My dear…

I am here for you, my child.
Though your heart may be broken
and your wounds still stay open
like you’re waiting for anyone to come along
To come along and hurt you.

“I just want to feel something,” you say.
Though we all know what you wish for is happiness

I am here for you, my child.
When you are lost in the forest
or just lost in that mind of yours
I will be there to guide your way back
back into this strange world of ours!

I am here for you, my child.
To make you become whole again.
To mend your broken heart
To patch up the wounds,
and make you feel at ease once again.

To make you feel anything than what you are used to!
To make you forget what pain and sorrow is like
To make you forget your anger and frustration
To make you forget being anxious and scared!

I am here for you, my child.

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Julia N Burwell

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Good day to you all!I am currently 16 years of age, and a Senior in High School! I don't write that much, but I'm currently working changing that this summer. Though, I do tend to read... a lot. I am a shy and awkward person, but I am well-rounded. I am the go-to person for when anyone needs advice, or just any sort of help. And yeah, that's pretty much all I have to say!
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