Accpetance

" A story/poem about a child accpeting who he is as a person."

Acceptance

Story/Poem by: KG3UNFORGN

 

I remember a kid who spoke English backwards, and thought backwards.

 There was nothing that could be understood from him.

The local kids from the city always made fun of his trickling ways, and it never made any sense to the kid.

The kid cried on for more days then the clouds could dish out.

 He gave into all lost mischief and lost control of who he really was.

The time he was in was too cruel for him to be in and he disrupted the space he lurked in.

 Quiet was the evening as the humbled sailors came back home on their voyage.

There was no foolishness for what they had done, and no one dared to question their acts.

They stood like gods among others who had the chance of fair play at a ball park, or the moments of the life time who found their love.

Unrealistic as is seemed the child spoke to these men in progression of finding his self.

Speaking in a backwards tongue he thought the guys would spit upon him with insults and slap him with a giant rejected sign.

Most of all he wondered he could be understood by these men he considered god.

 He always learned from himself to take the risk, even if it meant being killed in the process.

The child tugged hard on the sailor, and smiled with a dirt stain on the blush of his cheek.

“Sir, I am born to be dead and Intercepted of my will.

My truths are never heard of and my kindness is never cared of.

The clothes I wear that I love to my grave, are shun upon to those who think I am totally insane.

 I make heist to sit and breathe the same, but in the end these people who I called friends beat me with pain.

 I am I loved or I am I feared?

Am I a human to the infamous or was I suppose to be discarded with my name being in vain.”

 The boy cried and bowed his head at the cracks of the ground.

 The middle aged man placed the frigid fingers on to the child’s chin to rise up his head.

 He burst into a laughter that sent the kid into a mental state.

The sailor replied in a respectful tone,

 “Be assured that people who believe in them self are the greatest kinds of people.

Bringing your self down is not the key.

The reason why I can understand the influence you are going through is because I went through the same.

All you have to do is be you and the best you, and then the rest will fall in place.”

 The man places his cold hands on the kid head and rubbed it wildly.

As he passed by the crowd who was applauding him, I smiled and looked at the blue sky.

 There I saw a single cloud; knowing if that cloud can stand by its self and float with courage, I know can do the same.

Reviews

[nono]

This is interesting. And I agree with poppysilver!! So true it's amazing what one thought leads to the next one!! I like it this is really interesting!

[Ruth]

We sometimes find inspiration in the strangest of places!
This is a beautiful write love :)
This has a great journey to follow, great work
xx