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Nothing Wrong With Me

Nothing Wrong With me

Through changing, rearranging
sometimes we lose our way.
We search for and we can't find
the things we long to say.

So we hide within ourselves
and pray the world don't see.
While whispering to our heart
there's something wrong with me.

A part of us the heart of us
so filled with utter longing.
Wondering what has happened to
our sense of once belonging.

Trying hard just to not give in
but tired of the fight.
We shrink back in the shadows
that come with dark of night.

And there our search continues
in the shadows we can't see.
Praying no one notices
there's something wrong with me.

And then one day the light will shine
brighter than it did before.
It seems the search is over
not in darkness anymore.

Reaching into our tomorrows
and things still yet to be.
Crying from the rooftops
there's nothing wrong with me.

Edwin C Hofert
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Konos Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 4:50 PM
There better not be because we are totally exhausted!
Hofert Avatar
May 31, 2015 at 7:43 AM
LOL <3 <3 I'm going today on the Kangamanus highway. Apparently one of the most scenic routes on the East Coast and spending the night in the mountains. Will be back Mon some time. Miss you already!
Nunez Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 12:16 PM
Though one can relate to some, if not all of your words here, I like that the poem ends on a positive note, Ed. Take heart, better days are coming. Again, you have treated us with the kind of write that tugs the heartstrings. 7. hugs! Kim
Hofert Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 12:56 PM
I'm getting there :) With a lotta help from my friends. Right here at poetry soup!
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