From the beginning I was called “unwanted”
Conceived in violence, my announcement was more pain
My entry into the world was a cocktail of grief, obligation and sorrow
She would rather not look at me
And why would she? I am her scarlet letter
A reminder of her loss. agony and shame
The product of a cursed moment
My first breath was rejection and I’ve been breathing it ever since
From cruelty I came; to bring more cruelty they said
And why not? It is in my blood after all
Etched into the fabric of me is a monster
His desires will I do, for the fruit cannot fall far from the tree
There is no other path for me
Or is there?
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