Someday

Someday

A Poem by Emily B

I will no longer
beg
for scraps of affection
like a starving
bird.
I already
have
everything I need
inside me.

I don't need you
to make me whole.
I won't ask
for kind words
or fond
remembrances.
Someday,
when I'm far away
You'll miss me.

© 2008 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
It was lonely and wanted read. In no way does it indicate my present state of mind. Or maybe . . .

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there are those people in the world who horde their affection like it has an end; never realizing that the more you give affection away, the more that moves in to bless your life. I've seen it most with children and parents who barely give them a glance; oh those hungry eyes for a soul so undernourished; not receiving the love it needs; the comfort and security. It makes me sad; and for that reason, this made me sad. A great write though - I did love that your MC here had enough and knew their worth was not wrapped up in what another was willing to give.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I absolutely adore this piece! I feel like this a lot, and then I remind myself that there is no comfort found outside of myself. Only then can I realize that I truly am happy. : )

Thank you,
Christel

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very emotional piece and so true to what I have felt at one time
A strong poem call go so far but this has more then just a good write. You gave the views a look inside the eyes of your words. Very beautiful ..Hope to read more of your poetry

Much lov n respect
Anna

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was sooo full of emotion and fervor! I loved the melancholy truth and sheer naked power of this. God, have I felt this before or what..this is so amplified and describes it soo well!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nicely written. A poem that can give strength and solidification to those in need. Good job.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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