Wouldn’t have had that nine month ordeal.
Wouldn’t have breathed, screamed, thrashed, kicked, and lived.
Wouldn’t have had another reason to hate, to run away.
Wouldn’t have bothered, just the way they are now.
Wouldn’t have been so unforgiving; you would have had another chance.
Am glad they didn’t work, and that I came to be, to live the life,
gave me; the world you showed me; the man I am today, because of you.
Will never know what he missed; what we could have been; his loss.
Have no power over what we are, or will be; bless them.
Will see us walk, hand in hand, till the very end.
This is my third poem for Robert Lee Brewer's April PAD 2011 Challenge. Prompt: Day 3 - "Imagine a world without you" poem.
I don't know what to call this form, but it is a form. :P