When you come so far to be left
with no response for months, years until
It feels like an eternal dance floor where hope has propelled
you to stand at the periphery watching as they dances with another
When you come so far to be the last kid chosen for teams
only to be told that to include you would be one too many (odd you)
It feels uneven, but not uneventful how your heart breaks
and still the blame is never split like you wish it were
(some for you, some for them, some for time and some for life’s required modules)
the candy during recess is not split fairly
When you come so far fairness dissolves
off of the countenance of the other kids as they begin
to grab what they can
And you wonder if that is what they did to you
grabbed what they could and left
or if that is what they think of you
It feels like a tragedy or a terrible comedy cast,
staged and off broadway now
maybe they feel the same
The dancer who does not want to dance under the disco ball and the ones that want to dance but are standing around waiting might just feel the same.
Peripheries
Love
And the opposite sometimes feeling the same = perspective is necessary to comprehend situations