Who I am

              I am middle
        Neither a tad early nor late
      But contrary to stories; I am seen 

        A sister who gets sick.
  A golden boy whose bed never missed him at dawn
  I am disposable, a red spot on canvas
    Most times the parents’ favorite 
  My duty - because in their eyes, I am just right. 
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December 10, 2024 at 7:08 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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