Be-Longing

Even though I have always appeared
To fit in, it is rare
That I find true belonging...

So rare that it is beginning to scare me...

I look around and see
Dialogues and hugs exchanged
And it's okay that I'm alone...

There are moments when I almost boast of it...

But times come up when
Shades drawn on strangers windows
Seem a sign to shut ME out, and

Tomorrow's coming promises nothing
But the awareness of others
Who have others, while I am still just me...

Wanting not for others' suffering,
But what choice do I have except to wait
For a window into which I can quietly slip

In hopes that someone might mistake me
For a permanent fixture...