The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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The anticipation and then the let down. So well done. 💖
This captures such a forlorn sentiment. To me it speaks of the very human feeling to sometimes feel too separate from nature, like maybe we're just something a little different from our environment. But I think this poem could say so many things. Gorgeous.
Such a sad ending.
Awww!! I was soaring through those first two lines and then you hit me with that last one. So well done!!!