Page 2 - Poems by Alyson Malach - Childhood to Adulthood

My poetry is my own. From childhood to adulthood

In words born from the struggles I've faced,

I find solace, in ink, interlaced.

Since my earliest days, life's been tough,
Separated from love, that's been rough.

Dad gone when I was just a three and a half weeks old,

Then mum, released me to dad for England’s cold.

Thrown into a world of pain and strife,

Where writing poems became my life.

At fourteen, I tried to end it all,

But found comfort in poems, big and small.
In 2022, my husband saw,

My poems as a gift, no need for more.

But now, a ‘friend’ questions if it's me,

Or if AI writes my poetry.

They don't grasp the depth of my pen's might,
Or how it's helped me through the night.

My poems are my voice, my heart, my pain,
They echo the highs, lows, and strain.

So let me speak, let my words be heard,

For in each line, my truth's assured.

My pen's my friend, my light, my might,

Guiding me through the darkest night.
So don't doubt the power in my rhyme,

It tells my life’s story, one line at a time.

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