My cage has held,
But one true love.
A love that has provided
The utmost allegiance.
No cowards have placed knives
In the back
For holding this love acquaintance.
This love has weathered many storms.
Enduring every one.
A love that has received
Lashes from the tongue,
Threats of death.
Nonetheless, has stayed by my side.
This love has been perpetually berated.
Coerced thoughts of unworthiness.
I have held no respect.
I have held no admiration.
And still
This love has never fled its cage.
The admirer I speak of,
Has never developed eyes for anyone else.
The admirer
Is
Myself.
Twenty-eight years have passed and most of those years have been spent
Hating,
Neglecting,
Disregarding,
Blind to potential.
I have made a pact
To never beg for love.
But in this circumstance
(And only this circumstance)
I will break the pact,
And beg myself
For a second chance.
About the Creator
Kyle Ross
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