Thirteen years of bad luck turned into twenty-seven
Why give birth to a child when you yourself haven’t
Asked for forgiveness, scrubbed off the sins
All we see are fragments of reflections and has been’s
Thirteen years of bad luck started when I was five
I wanted your love because I needed to survive
Straightened my back, held up paper-thin mirrors
Shards under the rug as we kept granting favors
Thirteen years of bad luck, now down to eight
The nightmares keep coming and I am awake
Listened to glass shattering, you were walking away
The mirror looks more and more like you everyday
Thirteen years of bad luck and a lifetime of more
I wish I knew about breaking many years before
Cried into my wounds, flinched at the touch
Was a child asking for her mother ever too much?
Pauline is a digital marketer and occasional speaker for Creative Writing. Outside work, she pursues passion projects such as writing essays, poems, and short stories, composing songs and filming videos.
As a storyteller on multiple platforms, Pauline has also attempted to create multimedia content through her YouTube channel (pollenpiggy) and a podcast she hosts (“When Pigs Fly”). You can find her at @pollenpiggycreates or at [email protected].
