My Lioness Poem by Petrova Rogue

Knock, knock
The mother's bump answered with hesitation—
Nine months of hibernation
While the one who sired me suffered in excruciation.
Never forgetting all those years she cried in persuasion,
Trusting in things I thought were the right equation.
My bad, my bad—
I was the one lost in life's temptation,
While you were the one who sparked my creation.
I should have done more,
Should've believed you forevermore,
Never should have doubted you—
When I came from your core.
Like a lioness, you loved me, they say—
But God shouldn't have taken you away.