I'm sorry for the curse
my birth inflicted
upon you.
I beg your forgiveness
for the innocence that was stolen
when the first cry
Shook the world.
You conceived me,
I am the catalyst of your misery.
I didnt ask to be born,
Why does it make your heart so sore?
Is that why you gave mine away?
Groomed before I was allowed to bloom,
Who am I, without your hatred fuelling my light.
Who am I without seeing it in the darkness of the night?
Who am I without your bloodline.
What am I, without calling you my mother.
©l.l.skel
L