Going so long feeling different
can make a person wonder,
“do I exist?”
But when the bog’s smog is lifted,
illusions fall asunder.
“I knew it!”
I knew I existed.
I am no centaur.
“other”—
it always felt so far,
yet worth the dreaming.
I always knew—
there must be others too
who have seen these same strange places,
whose faces bear same scars.
I’ve seen their marks.
We just aren’t
overlapping.
Rightly is the plight of the lonely blamed on timing.
“Patience,” urged mother.
“Faith,” insisted father.
“Wait and see,” I muttered.
“Show thyself!” it thundered.
decidedly,
resilience
wrought
brilliance.
Community is everything,
and there is no destination.
Oasis to oasis we go,
for everyone lives life alone!
The you in me
longs to see
the me in you.
Each of us, a sparkling spring.
My cup is full;
it’s as if I never wanted!
Carry on then, friend,
ever better having found it.
Whether before you is me,
or a horizon, shrouded
in a season of waiting—
carry on.
for to be as one is
is everything to someone.
we need you to be.
and you need you
to be free.
when free can be seen,
assuredly, courage is stirring.
This is what I mean,
when I say “together, we.”
This is what it means to be free.
Thank you for being.
by Δηλία @ pump 3 on 11.15.
