Part of the group
Am I? or Am I not?
Feeling like an intruder
For differences ought
Not to be the case
But it is as I fear
I am not like you
Even though I am here

Part of the group
Shall I ever be?
I am not like you
Nor do I care to be
I see cultures
Rich to learn
You see bridges
Ready to burn

Part of the group
I shall not beg
I'm better without
This fight I will not egg
Moving onto more moving
People that I know
I say "I love you"
As I go

Part of the group
Will you be in mine?
We do not judge
No color; no kind
Just be here
Share with me
All the things
You learned to be

© October 22, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com

First I thought that life was fair.
Then I hoped that life was fair.
Then I learned that it was not, but tried to make it so.
Then I knew that it was not and sensed a loss.
Then I tried to make it fair for others,
Then I helped them grieve,
But I did not
And suffered long.

Now others comfort me
And gently draw the tears that never fell.
And soon,
Perchance,
I will accept life as it is,
And change it not
And thus
It changes me.

While we are so connected, we are so far apart
The crackle of the phone line sometimes rips at our heart
Anger, frustration, and lonliness continue
While we begin our chats though our online venue
Pictures flying back and forth, smiles sometimes forced
Joy begins and then resigns, it was just coerced
To break the connection, we cannot bear
Though the ache too much and always there
Our love for each other always comes first
And through it all, our connection overcomes the hurt

© October 2, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com