Taken

This poem is about my divorce, to sum it up. It's such a draining life experience, to live with someone you know is wrong for you. Me and my ex had a child together, and I felt trapped by that. But I had religious experience that helped free me from those bonds, and I realized through the process that I have to truly follow my heart and what really makes me happy. In my previous marriage I turned into something I wasn't, I forgot about my art and my creative nature, and in doing so, I began to starve. When an artist starves, everyone around them pays the price. I knew change was in order, so I left, and it was the best decision I had ever made (for me and my child both) I have found the love of my life, and we are both artists, I couldn't ask for anything more. We understand one another and appreciate one another. I someday hope my son truly see's what we have been trying to teach him: that love should come naturally, and all people make mistakes, it's how we grow. I want him to respect his elders, and have a general respect for humanity. This is a poem of hope, and prosperity, for myself and for my child.