My Bed

December 20, 2017

I sit on my bed

and I think 

Is there such

a thing called

permanent happiness?

I sit on my bed

and I realize 

How much I miss him, 

The man who has 

Been on my side 

Since I came into the world.

I sit on my bed

and I wonder 

Will I ever satisfy 

the woman who 

gave birth to me?

I sit on my bed

and I hope

I am the sister

that my siblings

Always dreamed of having

I sit on my bed

and I remember 

All the happiness 

and laughter 

as a child.

I sit on my bed

and I miss it.

All of it. 

But most of all, 

I miss myself.






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Moydalovesyou said...
yesterday at 8:40 pm
I love this! This is so relatable. Keep up the great work!
 
Alien Queen said...
yesterday at 7:06 pm
I loved your poem! Keep it up!
 
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