Recycled Trash

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    Recycled Trash

    I was tossed aside as trash, because you, no longer wanted me. It was said that I had too many flaws, body was just over-weight. I was emotionally chained to a darkened bedroom, Consumed by a place, that had me bound,
    Where I never wanted to leave.

    I was too imperfect to ever really meet your need,
    You said that I probably would just give out of breath,
    All while trying to get you, to your ultimate peak.
    Exhausted and winded, never causing you to reach your spot, Just die right there on top of you, while you miss the mountaintop.

    You did not feel that I would ever change,
    I lacked the motivation with no effort to conform.
    To all the emotional and physical standards,
    That you alone have set.

    I knew my self esteem was just too low.
    I was just too imperfect to be a part of you.
    Your time was too short for you to wait around.
    So I was tossed aside as trash, because you no longer wanted me.

    But one day to your surprise, the trash that you set aside,
    Was found by someone on a life seeking treasure hunt,
    That was when your trash became someone else’s pot of gold.

    They saw your trash with brand new eyes,
    To them it was a diamond found in the rough.
    Spending the time to burn off the imperfections,
    With patience they were able to fix all that had been broken.

    Sharing tender love and kindness to fill all the emotional voids, They brought about a new understanding,
    Of how something old becomes new.
    Their outlook of the task at hand was with eyes,
    Not viewing it as a chore.

    Yes, the trash that was once considered no good at all,
    To someone else has become what they would call a true treasure. So think twice about what you may consider as trash, It may well be a diamond, forever shining with all of its brilliance.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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