I keep expecting to belong.
And it's not that I definitely don't belong, but
neither do I convincingly belong.
If I briefly glance in the mirror
I see a completely different person,
my actual self is not this person.
So where do I belong?
And when will I start belonging?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When an individual is very unique, not confroming to norms and not feeling part of a group, the only club he or she can belong to - is his/her own and find safety in their own inner sanctuary. Great poem! Regards, Margaret Alice