Becoming A Different Being Poem by Margaret Alice

Becoming A Different Being



Being born wrong means never singing one’s own song,
adapting to others who know what is best, accepting un-
conditionally I am in the wrong, thought I was a crocodile,
found I was a dinosaur, a species extinct, yet here I am,
an anomaly, a thorn in the flesh of humanity - listing all
interaction variables in dealing with mammals, criticism
accepted at the cost of rejecting myself

Covering up when the air buoying up my prehistoric spirit is
let out, accepting deflation and condemnation as conditions
of biological life, refusing to conform in condemning others,
sticking to my own precepts at the cost of having no friends,
inured to loneliness, trusting that life after physical death will
bring the companionship missed in sensory life, secretly
harbouring visions of becoming a different being…

(Become a normal human being, living in animal joy, not
caring about spiritual things)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gi Galen 06 January 2009

Interesting poetical “discussion”… «Covering up when the air buoying up my prehistoric spirit is» Beautiful…

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Pretoria - South Africa
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