My Storybook

I want a future family

I stumble to the foster
parents car. I don’t look back
at mum, what I do is cry.

As loud as an elephant wailing
with his trunk but before
I try to look back we’re off,
into the horizon.

Up into the scary hills of the
forest, I tried to run, I was
just put back inside
their house.

I stumble, I want confidence
to help me cope for
sometimes I went too far.

I want time for my life
to play out
sometimes people laugh at me
and I cry.

I want to move on like
time travel, up in space
though I know it’s not real.

I want a loyal shield that,
protects me when people
say mean words so they just bounce
off and back to the bully in front of me.

I want the life of a tiger,
so confident and free at the dead of
night.

I want to be by my mother
even though she didn’t look
after me well.

I want my dreams to come true,
and I magically appear as
a little girl in a world
called Story Brook.

I want to be a famous actor,
that beamed on stage as if
she wasn’t nervous.

I want a life in a fairy tale,
like Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs,
or Cinderella or the evil queen
from once upon a time.

By Ruby

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