THE UNWANTED CHILD

So much of life I have missed
my cradle rocked alone
windy nights would dry my tears
and dreams would make my home

Imagination is the soul
which makes the world go round
for if it spins all too fast
imagine solid ground

We're born into a life
that craves a loving hand
but often what were dealt
is not what we demand

A little girl to nurture
her dreams are often high
with just so little self esteem
her dreams begin to die

I've grown into a woman
a hardened heart maybe
tip a shot of southern comfort
to kill my misery

If only for a short time
it's every minute blessed
my bleeding heart is crying
help me with this mess

I cry not for your pity
no need for sympathy
I ask not for your judgment
but plead for empathy

I must get to my inner core
the black pit if you will
Slowly chisel down this mountain
I'm sure was once a hill

The pain I've buried way beneath
I've tried to overcome
afraid of opening old wounds
my fear of being shunned

I'll learn to trust again someday
with baby steps and time
each day I'll add another step
at times fall one behind

I will not ruminate upon
the fallen steps behind
humbly I will salute
the steps I did define

BY: Terri Lynn Waldrop-Vienneau 101
Written: 11/10/1994 Kaleidoscope's ghetto 101