Hello world. The following was written in 1996 and shared online for the first time on 11/04/2013.
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…