Song of experience By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Song of Experience
My faded torn white dress falling up and down the stairs,
Turing gray and black with every step,
Will they love me?
Will I be accepted?
Mom yelled "Why cant you do better?"
Dad shook his head full of disappointment,
Do they love me?
I ran my finger down my fish tank,
With my last innocent touch I watched a figure creep up the side of the glass,
It grew into the shape of a old tree, and with on last touch the glass collapsed.
After this am I still accepted?
I fell back and ran out the dimmed peeling door,
Tears rolling down my face.
Will I be loved, will I be accepted?
Will you share your story?
Will you share your sadness?
Will you unveil more of the world for me,
and tell me if they will accept and love me?
Clutching onto my patchy cold skin,
I approached to one final question.
Did I loved myself?
Did I accept myself for my knowledge, my experience and my journey?
I watched as black and gray inked its' way into the pureness inside me,
Who am I, and who will I be?
©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors. Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem [ Control Panel ] [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ] [ Search ]
| |