Put In My Place

Where are the ears to listen? There is no one who hears; There are my cheeks to glisten With only the silence near. Finally: A place to belong. Glancing at each of you in this place, My intuition kicks in and I know That here tears will stop staining my face; Here, will be release. Here, I will let go. Finally: A place to belong. There are no strangers on this land; All have a common bond. Within this meadow…no reprimands. Lives lived. Lives over. Lives gone. Finally: A place to belong. No arms reached out for me; no friend Before I walked in here sad and weary; So, don’t come now. You didn’t then; I’ve been put in my place: this cemetery. Finally: A place to belong.