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From Your Womb
by Amanda BullingtonMother-
During each new dawning day,
You read books stoically
Staring blankly ahead
Never seeing the pages.
Least of all never empathizing
With the characters.
Today I wrote this story
For you to comprehend, mother.
I played it out.
Testing waters and wave lengths
So I could gauge any reaction.
Today I left your heartless haven
Just for knowledge:
Would you notice where I'd gone?
I found my final proof today.
My story ended alone in the snow
Shaking bitterly from the icy wind,
Holding only to itself for comfort.
Mother.
Your womb's an empty cavity
Much like you
And I fear that I,
Coming from your womb
Am empty too. 07/21/2004 Posted on 07/21/2004
Copyright © 2025 Amanda Bullington
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/22/04 at 11:41 PM Amanda, the sadness in the poem is like a cave; a place rather than a feeling. Beautiful work, looking forward to seeing more of it. Welcome to Pathetic! |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 07/26/04 at 10:39 PM I am glad that i voted on this poem on the member application list and it is nice to see it here purely on merit.And ha Welcome aboard. |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 07/28/04 at 02:48 AM You are far from empty when you can express the emotions and feeling you have through this poem.....Excellent read..well done |
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