I write poetry. Sounds like a confession and it is. I don't know if it is good poetry or not. I just like doing it relaxes me, gives me some sort of outlet. And I have decided to share it. So remember I don't think I am some great poet and if you don't like poetry then skip this and we can pretend it never happened.
Something Bigger
She was supposed to do it all
Be it all
Live it, love it and leave it
Things were supposed to happen to her
Wasn't going to end like this
Be this small
Stuck in place
Trapped in a such a box
Magic never seemed to happen
Married the wrong guy, young
Not an unusual story
Didn't need to be so tragic
Didn't need to be a sad story
She was supposed to do it all
Be it all
Live it, love it and leave it
Things were supposed to happen for her
She was told she was magic
Words that played in her mind like a favorite movie
Magic means you're going to be something more
Means people will know who you are
Wasn't going to end like this
Be this small
Stuck in place
Trapped in such a box
Magic never seemed to happen
Now she only smiled in the mirror
Spreading her misery around
Thinking of how things could have been
Where she'd be, what she'd be
Instead of diapers
Instead of sleeping beside the same guy since high school
Instead of living with this constant dissatisfaction
Wasn't going to end like this
Be this small
Stuck in place
Trapped in such a box
Magic never seemed to happen
She was supposed to do it all
Be it all
Live it, love it and leave it
Things were supposed to happen for her
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