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Deven Small Poem
Separation,
combined with everlasting judgment,
Betrayal and bickering result in,
“You go your way, and I'll go mine”
“She's your sister!” you may say,
But how can that be,
When you don't know the soul that lives inside,
Conversations are never interrupted with phone calls from my bloodline,
No birthdays, holidays, or compassionate acts of kindness,
“He's your brother!” I may hear,
But how can that be?
When our resemblance is no longer of relevance,
A once sacred bond is now a distant memory,
The fake “hellos” and awkward “Goodbyes”,
Have become our current situation,
Our crumbling reality,
“Where is my bloodline?”
I look behind every door,
And anticipate a voicemail with every call,
It saddens me to say,
My bloodline is...
Copyright © Deven Small | Year Posted 2019
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Deven Small Poem
I never thought it would be me,
Waiting month after month,
Hoping fertile blessings would cast a shadow on thee,
I never thought it would be me,
Feeling bitter and disengaged to those who can relate to motherhood,
I had it all planned,
Laid out on a calendar.
With the perfect partner and circumstance,
Dreaming about names, smiles and innocent laughter,
Wiping her tears and speaking wisdom from experience,
I never thought it would be me,
Engraving a tattoo of “hope” on my wrist for the world to see,
I know time (as they say) heals all,
No more empty bottles of wine to drown my sorrows,
No more puffy eyes from painful tears,
No more thoughts of doubt,
Or accepting failures,
I know my body has not permanently failed me,
I still have time,
Looking at the clock watching days pass me by,
Wondering why,
I never thought it would be me...
Copyright © Deven Small | Year Posted 2019
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