Acceptance

Tobechukwu Hubert
Nov 1 · 1 min read

Last week, when I approached you,

you called me a skeleton;

a package of bones with creaking joints

Yesterday, you drifted to my face

You called it a cricket ball, oval, with zero attraction

and rough like a rock

You reduced me to a matchstick.

Today, it is the holes in my pocket;

the vacuum in my wallet,

the ennui I currently battle

that makes your skin crawl with reproach

for me

Every day, I hope

I hope fervently that you see beyond all these

I hope daily that you accept me,

scars and all, totally,

with no misgivings.

Yet, deep down, I know

This certainty is born of knowing that

nature will never pause its activity for man

I know that for you, I am not enough and

Will never be.

Tobechukwu Hubert

Written by

Humanist, Lazy Poet, Bibliophile

Welcome to a place where words matter. On Medium, smart voices and original ideas take center stage - with no ads in sight. Watch
Follow all the topics you care about, and we’ll deliver the best stories for you to your homepage and inbox. Explore
Get unlimited access to the best stories on Medium — and support writers while you’re at it. Just $5/month. Upgrade