Treasure Island

Alisha Ricks

(United States)

Everyone Needs to Feel Loved

Everyone has a story to tell
Good or bad
You may have wounded memories
You may have been abused
You may have been kicked down
You may have been molested
You may have been homeless
You may have been neglected
You may have lived in fear
You may have lived in a foster home
But you survived
It’s not the last of your strength
But the beginning of a new life
Take the oppression to repair your heart

Love may be destructive
Sincere love from the heart is stronger than any addiction
Sincere love from the heart is stronger than misery
Sincere love from the heart is stronger than depression
Sincere love from the heart is stronger than greed
Sincere love from the heart is stronger than the sinful

Everyone needs to feel loved
Because without it
What’s left?

Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2011

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