Unwanted
Walking on the beach
I notice the receding surf
has left areas of crinkled grey sand
that look like the lining of a stomach.
She holds my hand
nervous impulses
boil beneath my skin
like thousands of minnows.
I have a look in my eye
a secret light
like a river catching the sun
very early in the morning.
I was challenged with a statement
and the doubt was in my eye's
it was the fear
of not being wanted.
Elizabeth alexander 9/1/2016
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Copyright © Elizabeth Alexander | Year Posted 2016
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