Never Asked

Wed, 02/08/2017 - 00:53 -- cermar

Do you remember how it felt when the wind blew

pleasantly brushing your hair side to side?

It's a comforting feeling,

a feeling that one can appriecate,

Even though it is not expected.

 

Do you remember when you were

part of a group with others?

A nervous feeling develops, 

but it's a feeling that can make new friends.

Even though it is not expected.

 

Do you remember when everything

fit so perfectly between your hands?

The feeling of being complete,

content with everything that was given to you.

Even though it is not expected.

 

But I didn't ask for this.

 

I didn't ask for responsibilities that are beyond me,

I didn't ask to be part of a group that is 

crushing me with every ounce of power it has.

I didn't ask to be filled with information

Only to have it stripped away from me instantly.

I never asked for any of it.

But of course,

 

I got it all,

It was expected.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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