Sherree Huckleberry Poet Dramatic Verse

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.

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