Coral: Grans was right - I AM UNWANTED

 


She ran as fast as her little feet could
Tears running down her chubby cheeks
Her little mind struggling to understand what she was told
 
Reaching the kitchen
She rushed to her mum
Clutching her mum’s leg in her tiny arms
She looked up with her beady bloodshot chocolate brown orbs
Her innocent gaze meeting her mum’s annoyed one
Her tear-stricken face, her pained eyes telling a story of its own
 
Raising her brow, the mum encouraged
For her to say something ……anything
No words uttered no pain expressed
Little Coral just looked trying to make sense
Of what she was told
 
Busy in her own world, the mum said
“Stay off, go and play dear”
Coral looked up again
To see to look to feel for any affection any love any care
Her little mind conjuring and inferring its own conclusions
“YES, GRANS WAS RIGHT…… I AM UNWATED”
 
The seed of pain angst self-doubt self-loathe
Sown deep in her little fragile heart
Too heavy a burden to carry at 4
Yet the little fighter fought ……
Yet her little heart held on to hope
Hope ……… one day SHE WILL BE WANTED 
Hope ……… one day she would have the one who wants her……
Only Time will tell ……… Will she ever find THE ONE??? 

ONLY TIME WILL TELL

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