Tomorrow
Suddenly, thoughts of belonging fill my soul.
To be part of what surely is the whole, ............but what's the toll?
The lonely journey begets it's own reward, with clarity of observation in measure untold.
Others may only know what they've been told, but threads of meaning lie hidden in the folds.
The hunger for belonging tugs my sleeve, "Com'on Lad", it says,"there's plenty to achieve."
And hope for all in promises for the mass of us, as if we were an engine made industrious.
But hard and fast I stay my ground, the leather bit tween teeth should stem the sound
of exuberant yelps of celebration for the game, that blindly plays another faction of the same.
I forgo the bosom comfort of the crowd, where dullness yells of sameness right out loud....
It could be well for them, but not for me, alone, avoiding the smother of obscurity.
When all is done I ache to belong, but I know as much it's not the throng.
My drive now, to own the picture of the image born, that lifts the corners of the blanket of forlorn.
Upon my brow the wretched lines begin to narrow, as I awaken from my burrow ....
I dream aloud the thought of holding us all dear, within the promise of tomorrow.
