David's Story

A happy life, Filled with warmth and love,
Slowly turned from push to shove,
Innocent eyes, Once with everything to gain,
Now forced to see grotesque forms of pain

It wasn't his fault, It wasn't his fate,
But a mother affected by alcohol and hate,
He had no idea what he'd soon become,
He had no idea that his heart would soon be numb

Here lies David, Scratches filling his face,
Bruises and burns in every odd place,
His mind exhausted from so many fears,
His eyes sucked dry from so many tears

His fingers are brittle, From labors of a slave,
Working to the grind stone until inches from the grave,
He's thin and frail, From starving abuse,
His stomach so empty it's starting to fray loose

But David still hopes, But David still dreams,
He pretends that this isn't really what it seems,
He imagines he'll escape from the life so vile,
He imagines that someone will love him as their child

He tries to stay strong, He tries to keep faith,
He knows deep inside it's never too late,
He'll take every hit, He'll take every blow,
But he'll keep on praying until God knows

...........

Now here stands David, A completely new man,
God answered his prayers, His new life just began,
His happiness is restored, No longer split

Here stands David. No longer called "it"

[A/N:Written for a book report on A Child Called "It" by David Pelzer. This is dedicated to his true story.]