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Choices

It's funny

How I start to recede 

And lose my voice

Whenever I realize how far I am

From being one of them

I forget how to speak

I forget how to interact

I tell myself I am not one of them

Though I live among them

My family is lost 

Lost somewhere in the void of time

Lost somewhere I can't return

I don't belong anywhere

And yet 

I know I belong everywhere 

Wherever I go, I am meant to be

Bound by fate to walk this path

But making my own choices

I write my own story.

◄ Feeling.

Comments

Tim Higbee

Sun 14th Jan 2024 19:02

Very familiar territory Eric. My family were the equivalent to strangers living under one roof. Belonging nowhere and everywhere simultaneously is the fate. You are more kin to water. Flow where you choose. The path you take is where your meant to be. Water has the power to choose its own path and only it can create the story of its journey. Nothing in life is permanent only flexible.
I liked the poem, Eric. Enjoy your path.
Tim

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