Disconnected

Roots Vince Mig
Vince Mig

Given away

Rootless

Taken in

Part way rooted

Roots of my mind

Not of my body

Hands that don’t look like me

Where did I get my nose?

Why am I so different?

Loved for what it means to parent

Love for a sense of fulfillment

Unanswered questions

About who I am

~

© Carol Campbell 2016

This is autobiographical but not presently reality. It was a time that I went through.

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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