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I was born knowing nothing.
Maybe that's why I cried so much. With my tiny hands reaching high I always grabbed my mothers finger, never wanting more. In that month of May that will someday be carved in stone, life was born. A piece of paper should have been fluttering in the wind, with a letter to the mother. Words I couldn't say then as I didn't know how to speak should have been written. Today I started it, So please read it. I placed it in an envelope pasted shut with a seal only a mother can open. I was careful with the writing, so every word should be clear. Eventually you'll receive this paper that came from the future. Will you cry for your child that was never born? As the words disappear before your very eyes like beautiful lines running from a crumpled paper, will I be missed? It's amazing. Will I be like that paper? As you read it will you hold your hand against your pregnant stomach? I hope I can feel your hands warmth. I promise to smile while you make the decision, as I've always loved you. At least, I hope I can smile at 12 weeks. It's not your fault, but today was a crazy day. Nothing big happened. And that's the point. I can't remember the last time something ever happened. Are those my memories fleeting? As I type these words, are my hands disappearing? These words will be forgotten, like the letter I sent to my mother. Wiped from your memory, this world will tap delete. Whether I was buried into the ground, or removed from the womb of my 16 year old mother; I will bring no emotion, nor effect to the future. This is the harsh truth. So I hope my mom reads that letter from the future. I can make her life a little easier, as that can be my greatest contribution; Since all I ever became, was an average person.
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3 Reviews Added on November 4, 2016 Last Updated on November 4, 2016 AuthorunspokenpainCAAboutPoetry speaks when my words can't. Watch me dance with words. Watch me create a world. I will undress who you are. Realize the masochist inside of you as my dominating words grasp that which lets you .. more..Writing
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