Let Our Hearts Sing Out Without Restraint

Limbo

I straddle two worlds and neither wants me.

Nomad,

Vagabond,

Drifter,

An insurgent to societies that are both

Closed.

Forever,

I will be in this limbo;

Rooted in one but blooming in the other.

Present in both yet seen in none.

Each, the Holy North to my damned own.

And in this purgatory, I rejoice.

Free from the constructs that stifle individuality.

Free from the shackles of ambiguity.

I exude explosive excitement and passion that makes skeptics

Tremble.

No longer am I held down by society's ignorance.

An outcast from two hells created his own Eden.

And In limbo, I thrive.