turmoil inside me builds
anxiety ridden thoughts seek to break me
they collide in my mind all of them vying for voice
words to escape the prison I put them in
people won’t understand
I’m not of this world
and yet I am here
not remembering my home or origins
still I do not relate to humanity
they are noticably different than I
I’ve tried all circles of people, I don’t fit
there are those among us
who talk mind to mind
I’m told I am one of their kind but they don’t talk to me
because it was believed I couldn’t communicate as a child
I heard every awful word and refused to talk
so the creator had no choice but to protect me as a blue angel
the red angels being elitist snobs in my book
when it was clear I could communicate the Father planned an introduction
invited to the masquerade I shyly came outside
to be told I wasn’t red enough
and I quickly went back in
now a days I block them out
some of them have tried to teach me different greetings
and how to be polite when communicating this way
but it is all too much I prefer the solitary voice of my Father
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Another excellent write my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Liked this one Brenda.
The world would not move forward if everyone was the same.
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