I float in the wind
Never landing
No one picks me up
I am barely noticed
Just another discarded thing
Not even sure where I’m supposed to be
How long will I be walked passed
While my surroundings are long abandoned
Will the buildings become ruins
Waiting to be explored
People who never knew me
Might unearth what was left
To become a lesson of another time
But what will they learn?
From someone that life happened to
Someone who never lived
Someone who was consumed by the culture
But had no one by their side when they left
Resilience maybe
How to go on
Despite feeling alone
How to love others
To make up for the lack of love you receive
There is strength in that
I’m staying around long enough
To grow to love yourself
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
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A Bridge Among the Flowers
To my dear and beautiful granddaughter, I've needed to write this letter to you for a long time now. I just didn't have the words. I'm not sure if I even do now. But this is my feeble attempt. Forgive me if I don't use the proper pronoun or gender when I am referring to the "you" that I know and love. I'm new at this and still very confused in my "Boomer-ness." I think you already know that I am having a difficult time wrapping my head around these concepts. But it doesn't minimize my love and adoration for you.
By Shirley Belk5 days ago in Pride
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