Disconnected

48 years on this planet 

and to still feel so... 

disconnected.

It is shameful, really.

Where is my gratitude?

Where is the great love

for the life given me?

Where have I poured 

myself out for others 

beyond need or pain?

That is the disconnect

it seems, to be wrapped

in my own skin, trapped

in a self that is untrue 

or at least in part con-

cocted out of a need to

be needed, and the more

I want, the less I’m wanted.


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