Heart Cry

I was five when I first met you,

you gave me a stuffed dog

that I never put down.

You were so far ahead of me,

yet I struggled to catch up.

I never saw you very much,

you were always gone.

And when you were with me,

I was a bit shy with you.


Desperately wanting validation from you,

but somehow always falling short.

I finally matured and grew to like myself,

inspite of not knowing who I was.

No longer needing you to approve of me,

I finally knew freedom from the loneliness

I had always carried with me.


And now that I am older,

my heart cries out for you.

Not because of the emptiness

you never filled for me,

but because of the love

you never accepted.

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Doug Turner Jr. 5 years ago

A meloncholic musing. Up and beautiful here. Peace.


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Sylvia's Thoughts 5 years ago from Southern California Author

Thanks Doug!


JadedLove 5 years ago

In the light where sorrow hides is the love found within yourself. For you to find it, is a beautiful thing. So very strong is the pain of old I felt as I read this. Up and beautiful,

Johnny Love


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Sylvia's Thoughts 5 years ago from Southern California Author

JL,you're very insightful. Thanks so much for your comment and vote.


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Scarface1300 5 years ago

Lovely piece of poetry.


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Sylvia's Thoughts 5 years ago from Southern California Author

Thank you Scarface1300! I appreciate your comments!

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