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Sep 2015
This day, almost two decades ago
I was pulled from my mother's belly
Prematurely

My lungs were not fully developed
Yet, I still came out kicking
Living

Today is usually a day
That I take in stride
Pride

But the only person
I want to celebrate with
Reminisce

Has left our love to die
He has thrown us away
Unhappy birthday
For WY.

For all the promises you didn't keep. For you ignoring me. For wanting to hear my best friend's voice but you won't pick up the phone.

For my very unhappy birthday.
Allyson Walsh
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Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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