Gateways Poetry Blog

A Missing Part

I look at myself and I see you

I try and remember my childhood

You are nowhere to be found

I look at the woman that gave me birth and I see you

I look at the person who took your place

You are nowhere to be found 

I lost a part of me that day

So many questions run through my head constantly

Like the thoughts going through a child’s head

Confusion mostly comes up

Scared like a little kid waking up from a nightmare

You are nowhere to be found.

-Ashlli