She feels out of place, perhaps a disgrace. Not a hair on the fly, yet she still questions why. People seem to mix, yet she feels affixed. On her lack of penache, or maybe lack of cash? What she has in gumption never fits at the function.

She shrinks inside, feeling cast aside. She reaches, she tries, but trembles and cries. A square peg in a hole, they don’t understand her soul. She yearns and desires, but misteps quell her fire. She gets up again, all to find a real friend.

The fight seems futile, but she continues all the while. Persistent or plain dumb, yet she will not succumb. To a no or to a maybe, she has lived, you can’t corner this baby. She was lost now she is found, and heaven abounds. A place that holds her heart in its hand, taking her as is with few demands.

Where she stands will not last. Life here will be past. She longs for a place on her earthly abode. Where is the fun in roaming earth alone? She gets up once again to be sure. Tomorrow will be her victor. Reassurance and perseverance are the things to keep her in check and forget the pain.

~simply

Dee

Original poem by Simply Dee  11-8-25

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