Disclaimer: Obviously, the characters here are borrowed from Shonda Rhimes for my own amusement, and not mine. In addition, I have to confess, the structure of this piece is also borrowed, although in this case I don't know who from. I saw a poem written in this style on a billboard on the underground, and thought it was really effective. It's also in an advert at the moment, but I have to say, the poem made more of an impact that the product, so I have no idea who to attribute it to.
Author's Note: As I've just mentioned, I've seen poems in this style before and stored it away to have a go at when the inspiration arises. Well, this afternoon, I was at what had to be the dullest cricket match I have every seen, and this wrote itself in my head. I'm not entirely sure what I think of it, but I love experimenting with different styles (although as a rule, poetry is not my thing at all) so any feedback would be particularly appreciated.
I am Addison Montgomery
I am my parents, and the high society circle they taught me to exist in,
And I am my brother, and the bitter rivalry of siblings.
I am our pet Labrador, Timmy, and long walks through crunchy leaves.
I am every A grade I achieved,
And every B grade that left me racked with self doubt and a sense of failure.
I am four years of med school,
And a long, hard residency of sleepless nights and never ending shifts.
I am every life I have saved, and every life I have failed to.
I am the look of love in a mother's eyes as I hand her her newborn baby,
And I am the look of anguished grief when there is no baby to hand her.
I am twelve years of marriage.
And the happiness and the loneliness it brought.
I am my brilliant career, and my screwed up life.
I am my husband, and my lover,
And my own self destruction.
I am Derek and I am Mark,
And the friendship we shared.
I am bad sex in a trailer, and a heartbreaking find in a tuxedo pocket.
I am the need for revenge, and the hope for something better.
I am Alex Karev, and vanilla latte,
And humiliation.
I am a certain alternative medicine specialist,
And an undefined relationship.
I am New York, and Seattle, and Los Angeles.
I am an upmarket Brownstone on the Upper East Side,
And a hotel room,
And a beach house.
But today, most of all, I am the plane ticket to Seattle I am holding in my hand,
And I am the voice over the tannoy calling me to the departure gate.
I am my past, which might also be my future.
If he'll have me.