I made apologies to silence,
A deal with the grass.
Tears fell from my sky and
I clutched to my past.
I gave it to God and God He
Just sent me to work.
Not like on a mission, like
Regular old work.
No sick days,
No time off allowed.
Jeez you look pale,
Maybe you should sit down.
Just one more meeting
Just one more late day.
I probably would've been a crappy mother,
Anyway.
I was blind to the bigger picture,
I stayed in that awful room.
You were there, and I felt you,
I felt you wash out of my womb.
I'm glad you didn't meet me then,
I hope you'll give me another chance.
My whole Canadian heart summarized:
Right on,
Sorry,
Thanks.
About the Creator
Kiki Le Tigre
Kiki Le Tigre is a part-time poet, part-time human, committed to honest self expression. This expression is made public in hopes of inspiring others, or creating a connection point for those who may feel lost. Email: [email protected]
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