I don’t blog a lot because I’d rather have fewer relevant and relatable posts than many posts that aren’t relatable to anyone.
If there’s something you want me to write about then please do ask. I do this happily for free and may post the poem written, on here, so as long as you’re ok with that then I’m happy to help.
Being replaceable is something no one wants to be. Sometimes you feel it after a messy break up with a partner or spouse. Sometimes you feel it after an argument with a friend.
Imagine being made to feel replaceable by your own mother.
I’m sure some of you have had this, or similar experiences, and for any of you that have been through, or are currently going through this, please read this following poem. It may just help you.
I thought I meant something to you
Many years ago.
When I looked you in the eyes
And begged you not to go.
I was told I’d always be special to you,
They say, the first born is different,
But to you, I’m just replaceable
By another couple of children.
After begging you for hours
Not to leave my side,
You drove me to a family member
And left while I just cried.
Now I’m grown, I’ve learned a lot,
And I know I’m nothing to you,
But even now I close my eyes
And wonder how to change what you do.
I wonder if I could’ve helped you,
Or should I try harder to prove my worth.
Then I remember you left your child,
The child that you first birthed.
And since that day … nothing.
No calls or cards or love,
Until when our loved one passed,
And left for peace in heaven above.
Now I knew, that I was replaceable,
I’d learned that, long ago,
But now I’m an adult, you’ve nothing to do,
But you’d still rather see me go.
So, I turned my back, and walked on out,
Half hoping you’d stop me then.
I left and swore never to let you in now,
I’ll never, let me, be replaceable again.