(Poem inspired by previous post: Choosing Self Love ) A locked door a screaming sister a mother in despair a child rejected, scorned, neglected blames
Have been unearthing the boxes of my subconscious, clearing ill- cast tales, intent on an end goal – restitution at very least, but my sister,
Funny, this present impulsivity – am alone, overweight, a dreamer self-propelled, looking for a friend who doesn’t see me as last resort not exactly beside
Social invitations sing of acceptance, delightful opportunity to intermingle for the hale, the rehearsed, practiced in the choreography of wardrobe appropriateness disability cringes – NO!
Quiet! the oft heard command of childhood echoes inwardly as if our home was a library our privileges reduced to silent study – passes given
Road behind is collapsing remain upbeat, continue a trail of childhood tears practice giving, don’t falter the past a faulty messenger focus on beauty, facing