Sometimes you just don't belong

 

 

 

 

Sometimes you just don’t belong

 

I chose to be me

Found out just how hard it is

Kicking pebbles to the curb

Watching daydreams shattered

When the impact of truth

Becomes a mirror I’d just rather break (who needs luck anyway)

 

Hands in my pockets

Clinking loose change (as if change matters)

And simple gestures

Are torn and tossed

Paper mosaics on a dust particle breeze

As someone flips me a dove

 

~

 

My heart sat open

No line, no waiting, empty as a candy shop after Halloween

That little bell above the door rang

You walked in, smiling…at me?

Dirty apron and all, milk chocolate drippings

And sugar sweet became you

 

~

 

When I see another, a friend…yours or mine?

Danger Will Robinson, flailing metallic arms

Blinking colored lights in pinball fashion

Collect in the corners of my eyes

As I say under my breath

“that is not my name”

 

Lonely streets of crowded stares

Pointing fingers that are not hardware store signs

Naked in the freezing cold, sweating beads of Mardi Gras dreams

Facing a beggar wearing a t-shirt that reads

“Sometimes you just don’t belong” 

which we politely ignore

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[B.J]

That is brilliant work and is all summed up in the last two lines

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Barb. Sorry I am so late in responding

[B.J]

no worries thank you for the reply

[Frieda P]

I'm not going to review this one, since you already know how I feel about it...I'll just say that your poetry is always awe inspiring and this is no different & I hear you dear friend.

By the way, another favorite...

[Jack...]

Thank you Frieda. I apologize for this reply being so late, I guess I felt like I didn't belong at this poem or something. My mind has been on vacation for the past few days I guess, can't find it anywhere. Thank you so much my friend.

[Marie]

Sometimes we just have to pretend to belong...

[Jack...]

Sometimes pretending doesn't help either Marie. Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

Sometimes we don't belong and can't relate to a song when love plays us as a ping-pong and we get lashes of the tongue where so many treat us wrong but don't worry dear poet for you are strong and your identity will stay fresh and young in our minds ...A powerful poem....:)................

[Jack...]

Thank you Sami. Sorry this reply is so late. I don't know how I missed your review.

[Sami Khalil]

No biggie. You are welcome...:).....................