It is during the odd
Witching hour
In the quiet time, that I seek
My own norm
Never really belonging
Strange
Weird
Mad
Crazy
Labels I have often worn
Comfortably? Well, who’s to say?
I cling to the shadows
Even while I seek the light
Neither here, nor there
I am in between
Twilight
Struggling to accept
I will never blend
Abandoning the window
And looking in
I struggle to accept my own norm

Kelly Rose
© February 22, 2018