Here I lay outside the cave,
A cub without a den,
Too small to be set free
But unwanted freedom
is the only thing I have.
I want to go inside the cave
But know that I cannot.
For bigger bears, lying there
Will only laugh and tease
All I want is a place to be
Accepted for myself and not
Ridiculed for my faults
I don’t know when that time will come.
But for now, I’m a cub without a den.
Best regards
David
Regis
I enjoy your poetry.
Cryssa
Be always safe,
Karen
This one is sad - we all feel that way - trust me, I do more often than not - just keep writing, I'll keep reading/reviewing, okay?
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.