9 months
9 months I carried you alone.
9 months I saved up strength and courage to bring you up alone.
I dreamt of holding you in my arms,
Of your first cry, first smile, first laugh, first walk,
Baby, your first everything I wanted to witness.
To hold you,
To have a never ending source of inspiration,
To love you till the end of time.
It's funny how I cannot hold you now,
Yet you are always what I think of.
The begining and the end of my day is with you even when you are no longer with me .
Knowing that you were mine, to love and to hold.
Knowing that I couldn't keep my promise to you.
That I failed you even before you were born , will haunt me to death.
Your grave will forever be my personal hell.
I thank God everyday baby, that you did not have to witness this cruel world.
I promise baby , that I will live for you .
And only for you will I continue to breathe.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Forever
PoetryMy thoughts on life in the form of poetry that I know of. Don't go into this thinking it'll be the traditional style of poetry, cause it is not. These are just my thoughts. I DO NOT ENCOURAGE SELF-HARM.
