Where I'm From...

I am from one, cracked in two.

All but one, lacking comfort.

A womb that suffocated with bubble wrap.

People who drip nothing, but red and black.

Calls to the name of "Dumbo" and "the kid who doesn't need Red Bull".

I am from what felt of obligation.

All but one who had digressed.

A womb that ceased to allow shining light.

People who expect what they refuse.

Calls to the name of he who began me.

I am from sole desperation, not romance, not spontaneity.

All but one with the experience of both past and future.

A womb that received not what it was told of.

People who, despite being adults, are the most immature of children.

Calls to a life that was never my choice.

Reviews

[Little Birdie]

"I am from what felt of obligation.
All but one who had digressed."

Oh, those lines hit home. Hit home hard. A very sad poem nonetheless. It's something I see/experience every day.

[Meghan]

This is beautiful. The content is very sad, but you get the emotion across very well.

[Ask Nopf]

Honestly, I love this poem (for the writing! not the content, content is sad sad sad, and I want to hug hug hug you), but I feel like that's only because I know/understand most of what it's referring to... I doubt anyone who doesn't know you would understand more than two lines of it.

Well done, but I think you need to try to be more open, or at least don't write about things so deep until you can..

Regardless, I love this, and love you, *hugs*