Acceptance
By Lone Poet
This pen I use to write Releases my inner secrets, My fears, my inhibitions To the world, for its scrutiny, Words on display, so every sin shows Like a moth trapped between A thin sheet of plated glass, A spectacle unbeknownst to all Whose very existence depends upon It being accepted by society, Will it be welcomed with open arms Or stay sealed tight beneath that glass, Never to see the light of day?, A prisoner in a world where only Evil rules and lovers are fools; The moth awaits its release, like these words, To be accepted, not rejected, for itself. © 2/7/02 SmS Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 11:46 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz 18 • 11 • 1
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