I taste the loneliness
thick enough to eat with a spoon
I hear their joy of belonging
and wish that I could bask in the warmth
they feel
I want to say
Don't be nice to me because you're a Christian and you have to
Be my friend because you want to.
Alone in the crowd
Still I wait.
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Lynette, You'd probably be amazed if you could see inside of others. Many many days I could easily write this poem (except for the fact that I stink at poetry, good job, btw.) I think maybe that feeling of never completely belonging reminds us that this world is not our home. At least that's what I tell myself. When I think of my circle of writer friends I always think of you, so you probably belong more than you realize. Love, Chris
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