The future has perished within my womb
Youth weeps beneath my feet
A flower buried before she bloomed
A miracle I'll never meet
I'll bring gifts to her grave every year
Trying to revive my soul
But I cannot replace what all I lost
A life the angels stole
What a vengeful spirit death made of me
Blood boiling beneath my skin
Will another mother hold her in Heaven?
Father, tell me, how did I sin?
If I weep at her grave day and night
Will my tears allow her to grow?
A spirit that ages only in dirt
Begging the ground to let her go
How can innocence perish before its birth?
A child is buried beneath my feet.
I bring her flowers because she never bloomed
The soulmate I'll never meet
CZYTASZ
Written in Red
PoezjaA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
