Poem #7: Belonging

Belonging

opening up and sharing as the ground is met
it’s about being heard – my whispers go right through
the dead air or even the occasional “hmm – hmm”
no longer affects me as it once did
there is a time and the moments have come
a breakdown is about due
but sometimes that is the only way –
to clean the slate, to break it all down
then putting it back together
(with some new parts)
but why does it take this each time
to understand we belong in flight

@ Renee Avard-Furlow
June 13 2015

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