Flying

A poem, song or story about the struggles of the unbelonging

I search unsatisfied for who I am as I have not yet become
I have such a longing which is my undoing that I am no one
I have flown over the seas never weak at the knees
I have sailed to distant islands while warm in my hands
Yet my mind still yearns and while my heart burns
For a feeling of one and belonging

In vain I search for a name that I can call my own
But there is no sound on this unsound ground
That I can say that makes stay completely

So I am the changeling, the player, the fool
And I will dance away all ridicule
For I have seen many a land
Sung many a song
And held many a lover in my arms
But still I dream of the one shining star
Who drives me to go so very far

I will love myself. my journey, my life
With both my arms outstreched and wide
Until I sing like the earth
Soar like the birds
And swim like a fish
Through the diamond sky

For my heart is my home
And spiral I will roam
To find my one true love
In heaven above
For I will never be whole
With this incomplete soul
Searching for my celestial dove

Reviews

[Skuldaegz]

Much of this poem reminds me of my own path through life thus far. Looking back, I could definitely have been a changeling, player and fool, dancing away all ridicule, as I took an odd and stumbling path to figuring out what was really going on between myself and the world.
This was a nice poem, and written well. I liked it.