Bittersweet

Fireblossom challenged us to write a poem about loss.  This one came fast n' furious in  and I went with it.  I lost my first child and gave birth to disease.  I became Type 1 diabetic, during my first pregnancy.    I needed to face it, so I was told.   When they tell you-you are diabetic they give you an orange and a syringe to practice on.  I took care of myself and ended up having two healthy children-my life is sweet most days~

 ***Becky Luigart-Stayner 

 

BITTERSWEET

Face it freak

seaweed sticks, an orange, a syringue

gave birth to disease

lost dreams

sucked out my 

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l

People fear me

prick, poke and stick

my riddles

UniqUe

babies cry 

I curl into fetal position

I'll never know her

how will I cope?

parties suck

celebratory display

paraded on a paper plate

orgasmic sounds

mmmmh, strawberry

oooooh, chocolate

so goooooooood

lit by candles

you watch

like a clone

my dark black curtain falls 

I ride riddles like waves

why?

break out in a showered sweat

my new world

not pink and pretty

clinical and filled

with prick,poke, stick

no cure

all ifs

my world tilted flooded with 

bitter blood orange memories

 salt flows inside n' out

cope-everyone says

cope

not hope

lost my pretty, pink girl

my sweet cherub

lost my

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p

e

© Ellen Wilson