Why didn't I die in my mother's womb?
Why didn't I come out blue,
And unliving?
Why wasn't I slaughtered by God,
Or held onto up in heaven?
Why am I not like my unborn brother?
I should be in the grave,
Barried and dead.
Pale and decomposed.
I shouldn't be here,
Breathing and taking up space upon this Earth.
I shouldn't even be writing this.
Why did the doctors catch me,
In my beginning stages of diabetes?
Why am I still alive today?
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
