Nobody

I’ve spent my life thinking but not fully convinced
that no one really likes me
not even God, who it is said loves everyone

And I’ve often been fairly convinced
that my mom didn’t love me
though deep down I know she did

It’s not true, yet this persistent thought
has colored much of what I do
and what I don’t do

How long did I desire to be
a writer, but didn’t write
for anyone else to read

I’ve hidden away pages of prose and poetry
thoughts and feelings
that I now know others could relate to

How many opportunities to bless others
have I neglected because I undervalued
my own contribution to this world

I know I am loved
I am beloved by God
I am cherished by family

Nonetheless, even now sometimes
I think nobody really likes me
not even God

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The NaPoWriMo prompt for today is to write a poem with a line you are afraid to write. There are a few in this poem. I am afraid for others to know my doubt and fears. But this was good practice for writing my memoir, because that thing is going to include a lot of lines I’m afraid to write.

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
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21 Responses to Nobody

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  2. MarinaSofia says:

    This touched me very profoundly, I cannot begin to tell you, Linda – a feeling I sometimes struggle with myself.

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  3. kanzensakura says:

    Good for you in writing this! You are so important to so many of us. Hugs.

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  4. It only takes one even to destroy our self-worth and a lifetime of grace to rebuild it.

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  5. Bekkie says:

    I think we all feel like this at times I know I have! I’m happy you are now sharing these words because as a writer, I don’t think you can grow unless you do share your words with others. Wonderful!

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  6. Bryan Ens says:

    I think that we all have those feelings of being unloved/undesirable/invaluable. Good to know that we are loved…even when we don’t feel it.

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  7. Grace says:

    I think we are our worst critic and doubter ~ Thanks for sharing Linda & wishing you happy weekend ~

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  8. We are our own worst enemy sometimes! You are loved and I’m glad you’re here and shared this!

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  9. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Oh Linda, this poem is so heartfelt… 🙂 you’re loved and admired by many in this world. Big hugs!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    • Thanks. I do know that, but the thought otherwise nonetheless rears its head at times. I suppose in part I wrote this for those who do not know, to see that they are not alone and are also loved.

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  10. Waltermarks says:

    I can relate. Feelings like that hamper me, especially when temptations call. Great poem, it takes bravery to be honest! Thanks

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  11. Hugs. You are loved by many Linda

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  12. lillian says:

    You’ve really put it out there in this poem. I too would add a heart here — but do not know how to do that….but consider this smile face full of love 🙂

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  13. thefeatheredsleep says:

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