Reconnecting: a poem.
Perhaps I'm reconnecting,
Perhaps again I'm not.
Pretendians with no real place
have left me here to rot.
Scooped and spread across the Nations
Always searching, only lost
We run and run and run again
With nowhere to belong
Unanswered everything.
From Emails,
questions,
and connections
With nowhere left to go
Only truly longing
...if only to be loved.
Won't you see us?
Pull us toward you?
Heal us with our ceremonies
Breathe new life into these old bones
Through music, dance, and love.
If existence is resistance
Then why are we in limbo?
And which way must we go?
Caught in the middle
Between two sides
Who've left us here just to drown.
