When it all
comes down to it
we are all a fetus.
Curled up in a ball
fretting about what
will happen when the
light decides to shine.
How well all don't want to sin
yet choose to do so anyway.
You were my sweetest sin.
And because of you I am
no longer able to stay inside
the womb.
It's time to crawl
and one day walk
and maybe in time
run; run right back
to you.
Author notes
- just going through a really rough time -
h e r e c o m e s t h e s u n
A contest entry
- BWOW~~Best Write of the Week #25 by islekine.
700 points, ended October 24, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
spelling and grammar errors?
Comments
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Shock.
It's exceptional. The title grabbed me. Damnit, I want to adopt you and get you the hell away and give you a fresh start!
I want you to be so happy.
It's a very unusual poem, but effective.
Love;
James.
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As a mother who has had a stillborn child this has touched me more then any write this week I am not sure if this is about stillbirth or not or just life in general but it has touched me thanks for entering best to you always I hope things get better
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for me this was actually about the fact that i had a pregnacy scare.
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Thanks for sharing your talent!
any maybe in time
run; run right back
to you.
I think you want "and"...no worries...we know typos happen...
I love the metaphor...
I hope life gets better for you very soon! I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers!
any maybe in time
run; run right back
to you.
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thank you for cathing that
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