writing

Belong When

Didn’t fit in this world, nor that one either.

Pulling at this skin,wishing it wasn’t confining.

Her heart beats wildly after what she wants, but she is destined to never have it.

A curse upon her for all of this life.

Will it follow to the next? How many times?

Never enough or too much; balance was fleeting and elusive.

Red eyes filled with tears or glazed eyes full of fears. Frozen.

Belonging to a world long gone by, or one not yet arrived.

Set the spirit free to fly, not tied to gravity or needing air.

Let this wretched soul find grace and love.

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