Saturday, July 5, 2014

I'm a planet-hopping moon

Where do I belong?

There is this constant tug...
           a push-n-pull.

Hope....longing....desire....
                  draw me in like a glorious light
     a tractor beam stealing me from the ground

Fear....disappointment....hurt....
                   drop me like discarded debris
     a meteor plummeting head-first to the ground

So I skirt around social circles
       stealing glimpses of the light
       but never lingering too close
uncertain when I'll find myself
       plummeting &
                             I always find myself
                                 p
                                   l
                                    u
                                     m
                                      m
                                     e
                                    t
                                     i
                                      n
                                        g

1 comment:

Brian Miller said...

where i belong is a question that we all ask...again and again...social circles...i tend to jump in them, but hop out and around...until i find the one i fit in....nice play with the words there in the end....