Junk
In my life, I felt discarded.
Like I was of no value nor use.
I was merely unwanted trash.
Due to many years of mental,
sexual, and physical abuse.
My weary soul was trampled on.
I felt like I was nothing at all.
To put it frankly, I felt like junk,
that nobody in the world wanted.
For the most part, I overcame
feeling like that, but that part
of me will always be a part of me.
I will never forget that feeling of
nothingness. And I am forever
grateful for where I am now. I
know now that I'm of importance
and value and not a piece of junk.
9/11/2021
Contest: “J” New Or Old
Sponsor: Constance La France
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