Like One Lost

Some dreams warm hopes so solo does not feel alone. Some dreams block fears our aging layers seem to stay. I have distinctive smooth curves, some rare edgy art. No acceptance for no embrace in life have I. As longing, I do wait my own belonging time, my own perfect union in harmonious place. Somewhere exist a missing that just my form fills. Like one lost puzzle piece that lacks a puzzle home, my daunted shape has not fit any place yet felt. All my true textures fail to draw like textures near. My colors mix an original tone that shines yet does not mirror or reflect a same shade find. In dreams, I snap in place, fit snug in comfort feels with love-shapes hued in textures feathered like my own. November 11, 2016