Dear Bearer

A poem to the woman who gave birth to me, but who never truly felt like my mother.

Dear Bearer,

Sometimes I wonder if things could have changed.

Was it me who created the mass destruction?

or was it you who annihilated my childhood?

Did my demons bring on the beatings and resentment

or could you no longer control your own?

Could there have been an alternative

or did you save that for those who deserved it?

You never received the love of your own bearer, so

maybe you didn’t know what love was to give.

Or maybe you tried to love me but

I never knew how to love in return,

so you lost yourself and beat me in turn.

Dear Bearer,

was I wanted from conception or did you always hate me?

Was there ever a chance at a normal relationship?

Or was it always destined to crash in flames?

Dear Bearer,

Was it my demons or yours that led to this?

Why is it that you accepted the others?

I think I'm sad, but I can never decide

whether I’m upset with you or my insides.

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

That is really sad. Makes me think...good writing

[Serendipity Planet]

You are right, there is a difference between the woman that gave you birth and your mother . You need to be more that a bearer to be a mother. You need to give love , its more important than to just give life