Acceptance
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.
