you try to be inside
their circle
you get in
but they are enclosed
within their very own arms
there is no place for you
you charm them
and beg
and they let you in for a while
thinking that you can be of use
and serve them
and then they talk among themselves
dance their own steps
and you want to imitate them
wanting to be in
to be a part of themselves
since you are never a part of anyone
and you just want to be
engaged
needing perhaps an affirmation that you
too exist...
takes time to realize
that you can never be in them
and you feel that strangeness
but it will only be for a while
people are inherently selfish
they have their own family
to belong to
and you do not have your own
they are all dead
and the rest too are living their own
independent lives
you rise from the insecurity of your ashes
a Phoenix
takes time to grown your own strong wings again
wide span long journeys
find a home
an island
with walls and moats
a palace of your
solitude
learn the language unique to you
live alone but not
lonely
and selfish too
like the rest
then you say
hello self my friend
i love you too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You speak wise words as ever, Ric! Happy 2012 whenever it comes your way, smiling at you Tai