Afraid To Come Out

Afraid To Come Out

A Poem by Lena
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Sometimes you mis.....

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So cold and cruel, the world outside
Where is the love and caring, the promise to guide
Still there is the beauty of life's first light. A wonder no doubt,
Yet I'm still so afraid to come out

At least I'm still here, some choose not to stay,
Still others have that choice taken away
Then there are cases where they both agree,
and I'm nourished to completion because they both want me
And in other cases when they have doubts,
That's when it makes me so afraid to come out

The harshness of neglect and abuse, I have heard
Both pledge love and promise to do right, but it's just words
Still longer I stay and look form my cocoon, warm and secure in my
mother's womb
But of the outside world I'm still so afraid, things aren't as they
should be, proper attention not paid
So I ponder, is it better to go away in doubt, because I'm still so
very afraid to come out

With just 11 weeks of notice I conclude, 40 weeks might be too
much to bear, so I brood
Sulking from my view inside looking out, there's not enough love
and caring about
I almost made it but it's a Mis, I'm just too afraid to take the risk
When it comes right down to it I can't squelch my doubt
Because the world's just too cruel for me to come out

© 2008 Lena


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Interesting write one that shows the nature of fear which is a very strong emotion. I felt like I was seated in front of you as you told the story about people who claimed to love but instead abused you and I felt your words. Nice write I enjoyed it.

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Lena
Lena

Oviedo, FL



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