SMALL FACE
I am a small face looking out from the small place
Where I was born.
I search the wide horizons, wondering what is beyond.
I want to be out there on an adventure,
Feeling my way to a better place.
Will I make it?
Will I like it?
Will they like me?
Will I feel like a small fish swimming in an uncomfortable sea?
Will I remain lonely as I try, perhaps too hard, to fit in?
How long should I keep trying to blend in to be accepted?
How I feel this confusion, this dissolution, my misplacement.
How do I stop the pull on my heart strings, calling me home?
This small face is now turning, with yearning,
To the small place I come from.
The question is: will I now be allowed to fit back in?
Bringing new ideas to the small place I was born.
© 2023 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo: Pixabay License
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