Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.

Abandoned

Posted Saturday, February 02, 2013

When I was six
I cried
When you left

I decided
I wasn’t good enough
Wasn’t lovable enough
Wasn’t smart enough

When I was 30
I cried
When you left

I decided
I wasn’t worth it
I wasn’t what you needed

When I was 39
I cried
When you left

This time
I realized it was you
It wasn’t me

I decided
I am good enough
I am lovable enough
I am smart enough
I am worth it
I am needed

Now I can’t be abandoned
By me

by Ken Carlson


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