Aug 20
Stray Dog
August 20th, 2008 by traci frost · No Comments
How do you quiet the inner child
that feels like a stray dog,
wandering the streets
looking for a place to start,
from the outside looking in
he glances thru others windows
wanting to come in out of the rain
and he’s not one of the lucky ones
covered from the lonliness
having a loving mother or father
avoiding the empty space
that sits heavy in the chest,
needing, forever pleading
for the gentle touch,
a kiss on the cheek
hoping for someone, anyone
to point at him and say,
“I want that one,”
and finally he’d be good enough;
no more digging thru trash cans
or flying stones at his head:
nothing can destroy the child
lucky enough to have roots,
be on the inside
feel like he belongs?
