Could I Belong
I have a sadness, an emptiness
why should I have to contemplate life,
For gods sake I'm only 5,6,7,8....
but I've got nothing, I can't see any pictures,
I can't dream in linked sequences,
I can't touch.... I can't feel my future
I have nothing to look forward to.
...Often I ask myself why... why me?
What have I done to deserve this?..
I see,.... I do feel what's happening
...I'm awash with despair
it's heavy... it weighs me down.
...What do I want? My most difficult question.
I search myself, I ask myself all the time,
Yet, the answer is simple, it's not really difficult.
..it's to belong, it's not much to ask for,
to really belong....just repeat it, go on... 'to really belong'
Doesn't that sound good...it feels good?
To be part of someone, something.
To fit together and know it's meant to be,
to feel right, to feel connected....a connection.
To be wanted, ….wanted for me!
To be embraced ….and feel safe, warm, loved
to be part of something and know I can stay,
I can stay.... because I'm wanted
because I belong.....
and then I too can feel light
I can breath,
I can feel,
my smile can spread from within and escape to my eyes,
it can grow...I can grow
…..but for now if you'll allow me, I'll only dream
Copyright © Paul Anthony | Year Posted 2016
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