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Feb 2018
It is during the odd
Witching hour
In the quiet time, that I seek
My own norm
Never really belonging
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
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
Kelly Rose
Written by
Kelly Rose  F/Port Charlotte, FL
(F/Port Charlotte, FL)   
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