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.
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