AuToBiOgRaPhY

Twenty eight years ago,
I was nothing more than a helpless babe,
Unable to feed, clothe, or protect myself,
Leaning on two, and soon to be one.
Five years later, life was on a bus,
Traveling to yet another soon to be home,
Only to travel again shortly to another unknown.
Seemingly two years later life had settled into a home,
Not just a house, but a resting place, a future.
All that perfection, all that had been settled,
Torn apart, seven years later.
Unsettling death, an ally disappearing into the dark,
Leading to a painful struggle of a couple more years,
Then
Change
And
Freedom
Three years pass and many friends, freedoms and experiences too,
Then commencement, an achievement marred in a miserable habit,
Alcohol through 18 years of life, and barely a drop to touch my own lips.
As many proceed through the doors of academia,
I passed through the doors of the judicial systems,
In disbelief of a pure mental capability, summonses rolled in, fines paid out
Until rock bottom....
I became a corporate America slave, round and round every day,
Minimum wage became my full and part time lover, twice the duty
Four times the stress.
Months later after many visits, and joking ideologies,
A previous missed opportunity, with a motivation for improvement.
Became a sixty six month endeavor.
Weeks before yet another commencement, tragedy befell,
Leaving the weakest edition, the meekest version, to suddenly fend alone.
Though life stood still it would not end, commencement held greater meaning,
One who had raised me, had become two, who then suddenly became one,
With knowledge and ambition, the professional ranks became home,
Until the frustration of immaturity and laughable ideas became the norm.
One year became two, became hope and motivation, became three.
Being preceded by a life changing journey multiple time zones away.
Twenty seven years in, ideas became hope, hope became method.
A beautiful influence and inspirational motivator, four destinations,
One desired effect.
I sit now, twenty eight years deep, pondering my next step,
Urging to go forth, with the support of many,
But the burning fire of one,
That one,
The only one,
Is the twenty eighth year version,
Of that once helpless babe.