Accept Yourself
A self-affirmation
Accept yourself as a work in progress,
Unless you can’t
Unless the world has decided by now you need
To be whole and finished.
It’s okay to be incomplete,
People tell me it’s okay.
Others tell me it’s not.
The world tells me I am nothing.
I am something.
Maybe I am something.
Am I something?
Many people feel my presence,
None know my name.
Inadequate, irrelevant,
Interruptive, unworthy.
Forcefully hated,
Yet aggressively loved.
Am I really loved?
I am loved.
I am loved.
I am loved,
Even if few people know,
Who I am.
About the Creator
Samantha Rhyalynn Hendrix
She/her
Eclectic poet, fangirl, and aspiring novelist. Won't hesitate to share my eclectic musings with the world
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson2 days ago in Fiction
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