Tug of War

 

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According to her internal judge

she was never up to par,

even when crossing the finish line first

accomplishment slid off her skin. Always

gripping, holding on for acceptance.

Yet perplexed separation pained her days.

She wanted belonging

and never wanted to fit in

knew it would change her.

A part broken off to float away irretrievable.

No one else stayed after class to console the bullied teacher.

It never occurred to her not to.

She saw those faces on the fringe,

secretly knowing she was an outlier as well.

She let go of the kinship rope

not to lose herself.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Photo credit to Pixabay – Alberto Barco Figari

Observe

Your First Home

Have you ever sat by the sea

listened to the voice in the waves

accompanied by the underwater drummers

pulling you back to a time

before words were spoken

a time of simultaneous floating

while anchored

a return to your first home

before your feet ever walked the earth?

 © Alicia Grimshaw 2017

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