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Friday, February 7, 2014

Where Do I Fit In?

Where do I fit in?
The question stuck
like a refrigerator magnet--
mocking me
every time I opened my mind.

The unused corners.
Kneeling in the dust,
prayers in the cobwebs.

finish line tape
piled in unmarked boxes

Inspiration glowed above me.
I felt someone love me,
but my hands would not reply;
what's the use
if I can't fly?

The clouds
have already claimed the sky.