Friday, June 28, 2013

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~




 

BITTERSWEET


Face it freak
seaweed sticks, an orange, a syringue
gave birth to disease
lost dreams
sucked out my 
S
o
u
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
h
o
p
e


© Ellen Wilson