Acceptance

Hello world. The following was written in the late 90’s and shared online 4/29/2013.

Acceptance

Broken and battered, falling apart.

Not even sure of where to start.

Should I start with my broken bones?

Or should I start with my broken home?

A small little child precious and caring.

Pushed aside for even daring.

To obtain some affection.

A measure of love.

Feeling unwanted, lost, and alone.

Looking for love in walls of stone.

Giving freely of the body.

Not understanding they are Somebody.

Thinking by giving they shall receive.

When all they get are more injuries.

Some to their bodies.

Some to their minds.

Some to the souls.

They leave behind.

They don’t seem to realize it is a trend.

They keep repeating over again.

Looking for love in all the wrong places.

Seeing a sea of swimming faces.

Locked deep inside is the love that they need.

For when I love myself, then someone else can love me.

Sabrina Reyenga