How Do I begin To explain
What happens to me when I write poetry
I'm on a merry go round
And I can see my thoughts unravel as we go faster and faster
See all my past events
How Do I begin to Explain
To People
That Poetry is a part of me
They Roll Their Eyes
Yea right they would say
How DO I BEGIN TO EXPLAIN
That inside poetry is what softens me
How do I begin to explain
That On The Merry Go Round
How I think
How I breathe
How Do I Begin To Explain To Others
That I'm
A
*Writer

Some are born to their natural mothers
But oh not me
Some are adopted that is me
But the hardest thing is
When your birthmother gets married
And is ready to have a child
Thus want more to say when she has a child is force a smile
And say congrats what do you say
You keep that child but yet not me
You were young and foolish and
You went
Too far
But now suddenly reality turns harsh and the whole thing goes too far
That's the thing they will be my half sibling
Which is
Quite hard for
Whenever I visit them or see them after they are born
I will be reminded
That they were lucky keeping their mom
While my half sibling is smiling I will be crying
For in Grief And realization hits me
Now she's ready to have a child
She actually keeps
Every time I will see that new baby
It is like a knife embedded in me
Unlike me
Who was adopted
Treasure It

Walking Away
From what matters most
Blending in like others
Walking away and being like others
Walking away
and be like most
Walking away alone