The Thing I’m Scared to Write About
The Thing I’m Scared to Write About
Will it happened again
To be judged then shunned
Lest I find out
I just carry on
Unworthy of love
Said my mother’s first look
Cast out of her heart
The child she forsook
A husband no different
Taking flight from my arms
Completely abandoned
For addiction’s sweet charms
In love, in lust
In all I’ve done
I just wasn’t good enough
I was never the one
I will do as I do
As this ends tell of hope
Because without its sweet blessing
I just couldn’t cope
Prompted by today’s prompt… that I could not find again after having written this so sorry about the lack of ping-back.
As always, I appreciate your feedback and welcome any comments you may have.
Bless you lots,
Easter Ellen
Easter Ellen 
Wow..this poem carries a wallop! I feel your pain and your honesty in this piece. Wonderful job!
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Thanks again. Yes, it was hard to write, but the best of anyone’s writing always come from that place of vulnerability. It is there where others can connect and perhaps gain something from reading it, I hope.
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