CARELESS REJECTIONS
I lay in a cot and cry out in fear,
don't you understand I need you near,
I came from a womb that was cosy and warm,
I'm now in a cot that's cold and forlorn.
As I grow I need to speak fast,
the thoughts I have will not last,
my memory span is very short,
it has to come out or it will abort.
Patiently teach me how to play the game,
so when I speak I don't need to feel shame,
don't push me aside with careless rejection,
it might become a contagious infection .
I will learn in time to stand in the line,
but right this moment I need to shine,
gentle guide me into consideration,
so I may learn with inspiration.
Monica Maartens © 13/09/2017
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