I leave this declaration of disgust on a page
Never to be uttered, never to fall again from my frustrated thoughts.
I will bleed anguished distress
Sew up my wounds and place decorative Tattoos over the scars.
I have fallen out of favor
From the blissful grace of despondent ignorance
I am all too aware of how much it hurts to "love"
Not to be graced with a mothers love.
Or to have your father see you with pride and joy.
Not to have a child's face light up when you call and ask about their day.
Not the freedom and light from accomplishment
And devoid of color.