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