Forever Waiting On Your Acceptance

Dear mom.

You may have no pride in what I do,
but I hope you feel something,
for me doing what I choose,
I did not accept the fate I was given,
I am not in the life I was supposed to be living,
and I hope my passion to be who I am,
is an incentive to your forgiveness.
I do not understand why you feel what you feel,
but I hope you know that who I am now,
is well, real.

Forever waiting on your acceptance
and in time, love.

by Rachel Henley

Comments (20)

I'm here, don't scream! Nice write Roopa.
I scream! ! But, no one hears my voice. Nice piece of work.
A Great thought. Lot of feeling and life.congrats..
Sadness begets this poem and I for one can truly relate.....
Wow what an absolutely hard hitting explosive poem...
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