I haven’t belonged to something for a long time. I’ve been of things-- but not really--do people wonder about me?
Or do I fade as all traces of lighting fad as is thunders across the sky, gone in an instant…and forgotten.
But I’m still here, vibrating, giving off electricity--but invisible.
I now crave the recognition of a simple “hello” or “What are you doing?”
It’s a rush and feels so part of something that I breathe it in, feel it
and, now I long for it--like a drug’ for if I don’t they will drown me, overcome me
and pull me into, push me out into oblivion, alone, tarnished and broken--that I
cannot survive again.
The throbbing wound is still here…there, where?
It’s been ripped from one under false circumstances--numbed I am lost, lost…