In My Thoughts
In my quiet space I do my fair share of thinking
Sometimes I compare my life with those near
What they have and who they have
There are days, fragmented time segments
Where I feel angry and hurt and left out
That none of my accomplishments or victories
Are given the time of day
Because they were not like everyone else’s
I think about religion and all the flavors of faith
Who am I to judge?
We all say that we are this or that in times of duress
Then when things are good and the sun shines in our face
We step back from that unseen force
I know I do
In my quiet space I see and hear truths
First about those where I feel imbalance
Then with myself because I need to understand
Why, why can’t I have what they have?
Why can’t they see or feel my interpretations?
I often have to take a breath then I come to realize
They most likely think that of me
If they think of me at all
Though nothing really gets sorted out
Days pass and to keep peace things get swept under
They will continue being who they are and how they are
And so will I