I never fit in.
and it hurt even more than i could've ever imagined. i want a home. people who do fit in will never understand; empathy isn't sufficient-- they'll never understand the invisible wall that traps you, the foggy hand that restrains your body in a way that it feels suffocating to go on. one that develops unknowingly, as a child, not knowing why others treated you so differently. one that develops piercing insecurities, stabbing baby soft skin as a child and leaving scars in a face that no longer feels yours as an adult, because, you picked it apart for so long, thinking, why couldn't i be like them?
but when the artificial hierarchies of life shun you, you become one with the wind.
so please
take me in, take me in, because you're my only home. you're wild and free and my spirit is like yours, lost, and inevitably fated to roam. but you're not lost, the cedars are yours, the plains claimed by your frenzy as are the seas and all the lands that sprawl in the north-- east-- south, and west. you're so free, and i'd like to think of myself as you, but perhaps you're not lost like me.
take me in, take me in, because i thought i understood you. so unrestrained, but maybe we're more alike than i ever thought was true. i may be lost of purpose and roaming and free but I am not confused. my favorite place to write is where the willows weep and stretch their hanging tears into the lake, where the moon reveals itself unveiled by the day-- wind running its fingers through my hair like only an earthly mother ever could.
because wind you make me sway and nothing ever moves me. confined in the whirl of life, a storm created inside of me.
i think i'll finally blend in so perfectly, when i'm with the one who'll accept me, who understands
the wind
YOU ARE READING
the petals on a rose
Poetryand then there will still be vultures after that'll continue to take what they can get from the residue of your pure soul [a collection of poetry & prose]
