Sitting on the sidelines as the people wander the evening and the back and forth of where they came from
Can someone explain how to come out of a room with no doors?
Can someone explain how to leave this place and find…
Something.
Anything other than zero. Anything other than being alone and feeling apart and separate.
No.
The answer came on its own and I should have known
I am too damaged to ever be who I was.
There is a reason why solitary confinement comes to an end or why spirit journeys end with words or why walkabouts end in being together.
All the doors shut in my face I tried and felt like a burden I tried and felt unwanted I tried and was told I would not fit there.
Now I am told, I am the only one who feels how I do. No one else needs to talk about it.
That everyone has experienced this and told no one, that no one else feels.
I do not know how it got this way. I will never understand.
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