finding the right peg
to fit the grid
feels impossible
for a person like me
plagued with this pain
in my chest that never rests
that gut wrenching
lump in my throat
it's unbearable
to believe no one will ever
be able to love me
love me the way I seek
to be loved
will I ever heal
will I ever feel the sun
on my skin
will I ever get to breathe
someone in everlasting
the future of that is not so bright
I'm the wrong peg
always trying to fit in the wrong hole
wishing I could be adequate
but always falling short
of the expectations
no one sees me the way I see me
that's finally clear to me.
©morgan2020
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