I don’t belong here
where there’s too much space for me to fill,
but not enough room for me to heal,
or meaning to feel.
And I have this growing fear
that I’m just in this giant wheel
that I can’t steer
and it’s rolling and rolling
up and down the same hill.
I don’t belong here,
not in this place,
surely not in this time,
possibly not in this body,
but definitely not in this right mind.
Do you have to strip yourself of everything
in order to become yourself?
Or are you just the accumulation of what you know
and what you feel?

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Robert L. Martin
almost 5 years

It sounds like life made you into something that you aren't. Is that right?

Tangee Rodgers
almost 5 years

I enjoyed this poem

Leesaan Robertson
over 5 years

Awesome poem. I really enjoyed reading it! Thanks for sharing.

over 5 years

"Do you have to strip yourself of everything
in order to find yourself?"
Great line here!! A really moving, and meaningful piece.Well done!-Duce

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