Fitting In

Fitting In

          She never fit in, or so she thought.

          In the lonely moonlight, she pondered...what good had her many                  
          poems wrought?

          She was not one to impress others, perish that thought.

          She was writing for her friends and family, no trophies were ever
          sought.

          Like all of us, one day she knew she would not be here.

          These were her thoughts, left for posterity.

          Acknowledging to the world, that she, indeed, was once here.

       

                          December 8, 2019
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December 8, 2019 at 4:49 PM
Exactly, write for yourself and your loved ones
Romios Avatar
December 8, 2019 at 5:04 PM
Hello TS! So very true. And to grow in my skills, read classic poetry and develop a vocabulary. Poetry is not a basketball game to me nor The World series. Overcoming my own challenges in the hardest. AnD..not listening to that voice in my head that says.., I cannot do this. My biggest challenge of all!)) Keep warm in The Windt City. Panagiota
Michael Avatar
December 8, 2019 at 2:17 PM
She's still alive in her words...Nice one
Romios Avatar
December 8, 2019 at 4:57 PM
Yes, Arturo, our words for those from us is a worthy inheritance. Wish I would have had those from relatives. I had one poet friend who passed. His words keep him eternal....as with any Poet we admire. Panagiota
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