Posted in Rhyme, September 2013

The Sacrifice

It’s done. It’s  over,
The locks lay in piles on the floor.
The curls of contention,
Are no more.

Pushed to the breaking point,
He gave in.
He gave up the hair he loved,
And the dream he held within.

To conform to others wishes,
He put his feelings aside.
He became their new person,
While his real identity died.

Leona J. Atkinson   09-15-13
Dedicated to my grandson Dylan



A born and raised Midwesterner who traveled to Oregon in 2006 via the Oregon Trail route, fell in love with Oregon and now calls it home. I am retired and pursuing my life long dream of becoming a Freelance Inspirational Writer.

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