The Child: a poem about rejection

Who wants the child?

Who wants the lie?

Who wants this waste of space?

The child should die.

Who’ll want this girl?

Who’ll stand the cries?

Who’ll soothe away her pain?

Who’ll care if she dies?

She wants to be wanted

she doesn’t want lies

she wants soothing space;

she’d rather have died.

Being creative is the mainstay of my life, and poetry, prose, and photography is where I express my deepest emotions. I also enjoy the challenge of design and create jewellery, fabric bags, and garments and home items in yarn. Diagnosed with ASD at the age of 68 after fifty years in and out of the mental health system, I now aim to explore and share my experiences over these years. Apart from blogs and short articles I'll share my life in my verse and images.

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