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
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1 comment:
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....
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