This feeling
Of being wanted
Not being a burden
Is a new land
Never fit in
No, not once
Maybe that's why I write
Especially in these past few months
It's been rough
For all of us
There is no doubt
No need to make a fuss
But for some,
We bottle up emotions
Until we overflow
Bursting with tears and contemptplations.
For others,
They write as it comes
No need to cry,
It's all about who they become
We all are a family
So we all are unique
With a different story to tell
Along with our critique
In my past few years,
At school and at home,
It's been very complicated
I always wanted to say shalom.
But this past year,
I found a real talent
That none of my other Family members understand yet.
It's these 3 things
Called Persistence,
Pride, and
Perseverance.
It's unknown to them
But a best friend
To the family
Called Opussian
Finally belonging
Is wanted by all
But us few who've found it
Have yet to fall
This new land
Is Opussian ruled
And if you want to "fit in"
Just keep it cool.
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