Words jostling within me
Some murmurs, some flutters,
some growls
Struggle to find a way out
Gentle, kind, listening,
patient ears
Don’t seem anywhere about
I look and search and scan
Familiar faces, strange names,
remote possibilities
All give me a distant,
questioning, sharp look
As if to say—
“You really don’t get it, do
you?”
Why do I feel like a sore
thumb?
Like something forgotten,
something outliving its welcome
What if I did find kindred
spirits?
What would I say?
What would these murmurs,
flutters, growls amount to?
Maybe nothing much…
Maybe nothing…
Maybe…
~Me
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 9:06 pm
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