Childlike whispers remind me of the past
before I knew who I was
or could even talk
the time when I was with my mother
To her I have never spoken
I couldn’t even if I wanted
if I ever saw her now
I would not want to know
I would tell her
It was your fault that I nearly died
and spent those weeks in hospital
why did you not try to stop him
do you even care
When I was moved away
why did you do nothing
to prevent me from going
you did not even try
On my chest is the birthmark
the proof that I was born
at some point I will have it changed
or even removed
with kiss of the surgeon’s knife
Eventually it will scar
but it will show to all who see it
that you failed to kill
the boy you gave birth to
that you failed me as a mother
I'm sorry: '(I totally understand; inbox me! Emotional poem by the way.... I cried so much! I tried to stop my tears but I couldn't x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the whole poem is superbly-told, but i especially liked: kiss of the surgeon’s knife so, you ARE a 'survivor'! ! ! good for you, Profanisaurus. i read the one about father some time ago. bri ;) still playing 'football'? ? ? any job or girl in your life these days? ? bri ;)