Belonging
Everyone has a place where they belong,
For some, it was where they were born,
grew up or lived,
Others create places in their mind,
Somewhere where they felt safe
free from the evils of mankind,
A place where shining is permissable
without the criticism of devils,
Belonging stems from the heart
and has no reason or rhyme,
The heart knows what feels good,
and what places induce slime.
Copyright © Margeret Bailey | Year Posted 2010
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