Memory You Don't Recall
How I Remember It, You Wiped It
An enormous belly and swollen ankles
Happy times, no - more like shambles
of a young love, a teenage marriage
You acted like it was a miscarriage,
a confinement, not what you expected,
timing was off but you well knew!
~
I paid dearly for your mood stew
You shoved me outside, shoeless
Out of the blue it was, me clueless
Enormous belly, no chair for me to sit
My folks arrived 'cause you wanted to quit
~
Months passed, time intervened
baby not yet weaned
Out of the blue you began a fight
ended poorly for you that night
Locks changed, but knocks came at dawn
Not on your life, that was the end
Nothing you say makes me bend
Go on, be free, and I will be me
Save your breath, there is no plea
You crossed the line, no coming back
You’re already fading to black
Copyright © 8/20/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin
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Comments (10)
Oof raw and unapologetic! Some memories get erased by others, but you’ve got the power to archive the truth for yourself. Your record doesn’t need their consent. 💖
I shuddered with similar memories of my own. Searing
What a raw confession Andrea. Your feelings come through clearly. Well done.
What a sad and seems like a victorious poem for women. Good job.
Very personal. As you said in your VSS post, it's cryptic, but it's also raw with emotion in a way that readers can understand and feel.
THis has to be personal they way it is written, although I hope I am wrong. I felt the hurt, the pain the confusion.
Your poem is so powerful and raw. It carries so much strength and emotion. I admire the honesty and resilience that shine through your words.
I could feel your strength through the devestation: raw and real. *When you touch a heart you've done your part.*
Like Dharrsheena, I hope this is not based on your personal experience, Andi. So heartbreaking.
Omgggg, please tell me this didn't happen to you 😭😭😭😭😭