Dry Ice

by Maple Tree   Jul 10, 2017


Placing check marks upon the wall
doesn't make the days fall any faster,
each passing moment reminded my subconscious
for what was to transpire; after my first scream.

I was yellow with purple splotches
and my mother thought I was sadness,
within my mind I was crying
but I bore a smile for my father.

Dry ice erased my vanity
while I choked upon evidence,
a soul knows they are flawed
simply by the look of the mother-

who birthed their first breath....

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  • 6 years ago

    by P.S.

    Souls grow, only the everlasting knows

  • 6 years ago

    by Ren

    Raw and absolutely heart breaking. A beautifully written piece full of such extreme emotion, Andrea. Much love to you!

  • 6 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Thank you everyone for your precious comments.
    This was very difficult to write. I was born with birth marks covering my entire body back in 1970. Back then they dry iced them off....which they thought was safe back then.... clearly they do not do that these days...as for my mother...well the poem speaks for itself.. I just wanted to give some background to the title, thank you

  • 6 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, I'm gutted by this-to have your parent look at you like-"Oh great, I birthed that..." My heart just tore out...hugs my friend-

  • 6 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Ms. Andi, I had to read it twice to understand the poem fully, and WOW, it is such a heart-breaking piece and I cannot imagine that mother's eyes looking at me and mirroring all my flaws. I think that it is a very sad state to be in and my heart reaches out to you. As a mother though, I get that I sometimes tend to transfer the blame to my innocent daughter by scolding her when I feel really bad about my life, which is not healthy and I always in all my control, avoid that. I do believe that a mother's love is incomparable. The world is just a little corrupted sometimes and hugely unfair.

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