August 9, 2008
By Alisha Wainwright, Whitehall, PA

I was used once

And broken.

I fell

I cried…

I wished even to die

I waited for nothing.

Wished for something

But didn’t have the drive

For anything.

I lost…

I stumbled…

I tripped and fumbled.

I was damaged

And shattered…

Then he saw me…

And took me…

Loved me

And looked into me.

I tried to give..

I tried to open…

But being damaged,

My pieces were all broken

I don’t deserve him

Or his gifts…

He is too kind…

For my shattered bits.

I don’t understand

What he sees in me..

Maybe one day,

My past will be history

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