Unlovable: A Poem

Sometimes, I write poetry.  Sometimes, it’s not pretty.  It’s always raw.

This is actually an old poem that I wrote a little over a year ago on my personal blog.  I got thinking about it reading Ashley Townsend’s Chasing Shadows, and thought I’d post it here.

Unlovable

our generational curse

bequeathed to us by matriarchs

who pushed the bounds

and found the limits

too far

and too late

Unlovable

our burden to know

and feel like frauds

if we don’t let others see

and experience our unlovable-ness

too big

for just ourselves

Unlovable

we become like them

like our foremothers

constantly pushing and proving

to ourselves

Unlovable

and yet we’re loved –

a complete mystery to us

it’s wrong

it’s all wrong

it’s so wrong

for we are

and always will be –

can never be anything but

Unlovable

they prove it, too

don’t they?

when they make mistakes

loving us

and we learn it again

as if we could ever forget it

we are

Unlovable

***

Originally published on Wilderness Adventure

Copyright: Lydia Thomas, 2014

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