Less elastic,
This skin I’m in.
I thought by now
I’d have morphed in
Like a comfortable, tight fitting glove
I’m not enough for it
Gathering up the fallen pieces
I might be…
But they’re too scattered
And won’t fit,
I don’t think they ever fit.
Are they meant to?
I want to be more
More of…
This or that.
There is no more of left,
Just odd pieces
I can’t fit in.
What is it with you Peg? How come you know what everyone on earth is thinking, be they rich or poor. No matter how people seem to be, on some level or another, they are grappling with trying to fit-in and “gathering up their fallen pieces”. trying to make themselves whole. Peg, as usual, your poems are soo thought provoking.
Thank you Fred! We’re all connected in some way, and it’s wonderful to know that I somehow found a way to connect with you, and hopefully others as well. We may not all share the same experiences in life, but there’s a very good chance that we share many of the same feelings borne out of them.
Thank your for sharing that. Sharing is caring!