A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier



Always in the process

of uprooting,

I have everything to gain

but acceptance.


And in my right hand

I hold my two sons,

in the left hand

a future without them.


The clouds gathered

above my head

spill no rain,

yet again

I have been tumbled.


And recognized.


For the hurt I’ve caused,

the holes I have dug,

reflected in the mirrors

of my past.


If yet to join

the children I brought

into this world,

kicking like an a*s,



There is no use in turning

back now,

for the road has forked


© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier

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The expression is really deep and heartfelt.
I do like the last stanza the most, it's very powerful and it really screams out the message in this poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Nicely written. I really love it. You deeply express the complexity behind the choices one is to make and yet it's not really a choice if you want to be who you are and happy with yourself. However, there are always consequences and sometimes they're heartbreaking. Wonderfully emotive.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on January 20, 2010
Last Updated on August 30, 2010
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