a poem by Melyssa G. Sprott, USA - poetry writer, author, poet

Children shouldn’t suffer
for the sins of their parents,
but there is no way
that I could have been spared this.

I am tormented
and my soul is rather torn—
they never would have married
if I’d never had been born.

I am the sin of my parents—
a walking wrong.
I am paying now
and I will my whole life long.

My every breath is an insult
to all things holy.
They don’t think I know,
but I understand this fully.

Neither of my parents
had sense enough to walk away.
Now I am living proof
that even God makes mistakes.

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