You were birthed as sorrow
even if in your childhood
there are traces of smiles
and laughs with your father’s
approval as the sun – is – on your skin
in your memories.
You were birthed in a pool
of melancholy and I see it
as the slight flutter in your eyes
and I want to pray the sadness away
I remember the reoccurring words
of loneliness and self harm
and I thought it would go away
and the poetry would be a
permanent band aid on a wound
hollowed deep in your chest,
but maybe I expected too much,
because all of a sudden
poetry began to make the
pain an obsession you never
wanted to part with.
I see you on nights looking
on to quotes describing this
thing you feel;
looking for a name to describe emptiness;
looking for a poem to make this trauma beautiful.
But trauma can never be beautiful, even in a poem.
You were birthed as sorrow
even though in your childhood,
there was a smiling child looking up to the woman who birthed you like
she is a god.
You were birthed in a pool of
melancholy and a crying teenager
on the bathroom floor introduced
you to the world you’ve tried
to run away from.
©️ The Pen Lover.
The Pen Lover is a young poet, writing therapist and an avid reader who loves emotion and depth. She writes about sadness, love and women prowess. When she’s not writing, she’s busy making her WhatsApp status look like a waist bead.
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