Never was

Reflecting upon my other self-

Possible me, potential me,

Smug smiling bastard what-if me

 

I cannot mourn a better self

 

Who can say which of us lived- was born,

pushed out a survivor, bloody and triumphant

and which was devoured in the womb

This poem is about: 
Me

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