I wander through this world
stumbling through daily life
curious and midly baffled
about people, as I watch them;
about what they say and do.
I prefer to keep to myself.
Sometimes, by chance
I may say or do something
that seems to be what is
"normal", what is "right"
and for a brief moment
the circle opens
leaving me a place
one I refuse to take,
fearful of this readiness to accept,
for there is no room for my wings,
and I can't afford to lose them.
So I continue to watch,
until I realize that I, too, can play their game
I learn how to manouever my flight
So as to land in their circle
while still keeping my wings.
That poem is really good. I feel the same way sometimes.
*Kim*