Your title means nothing.
An accolade it was not,
For it was given by chance;
the stars poorly aligned.
Remember:
Because of our blood--
You were never caged.
By my ignorance--
You never felt pain
And years later,
Awake I am...
Occasionally falling
into a lapse of judgement
for your true nature.
There were never tears,
for I thought
mourning
was for the dead
Until I realized
it could be for my youth.
Parts of me you never saw,
And the real map
you cease to possess.
The true treasure
was my ability
to let you even read it
Silently.
Read my words--
This dedication--
Because of me,
You are able.
YOU ARE READING
Bloodless
PoetryA poetry anthology pertaining to things that block the light in certain tunnels. A warning: Most of these poems tackle family issues, sexual abuse and other dark topics. All poetry was created by Avanna Limon.
