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.
I like the magnet metaphor. I think you captured so well, these feelings of insecurity we have from time to time. I think.
ReplyDeleteI think we have all asked this question before. Introspection can be good or bad, but it's a necessary evil for artists and poets. I can completely identify with your words. I really appreciate poems like this and for putting yourself out there. Nice write. Chris
ReplyDeleteI don't think I fit in this world either and I know other people feel that way too.
ReplyDelete"Inspiration glowed above me.
I felt someone love me,
but my hands would not reply;
what's the use
if I can't fly?"
That's something I can relate to as well. I want to be loved, and to love, but the fears/insecurities get in the way. I'm slowly learning to let all that go and open myself up to those around me. It's hard! But it's rewarding to have someone see the real you, and be given the privilege to see the real them.
What I have learned is that when I let those fears and insecurities control my life, I wasn't really living. There was no way to have a deep connection with someone, friend or otherwise. Now that I'm able to open up more to those around me (still with much fear, but in spite of it) I'm much happier. I'm more free.
Anyhow, thank you for sharing and putting yourself out there Trish