Standing alone in a crowded room
the pain
If I were some other
that would say it all
I choose my prison
in the middle
of all this conformity
Make the time easier
could you?
touch this place of pain
with me
and know it
as you know
the blood in my veins
and the love in me.
That part of me
that is you
cries it's self to sleep.
You contest against the pain
and condemn my prison
like it were not a part of me,
Do you choose to live
or did some other birth you?
When I touch that place
of the child who was born
and grew up in the world
that is mine
She is not like the rest
in strength, her body
a temple of sorrow
her self, a tower of strength
Never forget
what they gave you,
A place to be
in the crowd I stand
All of us feel it,
the loneliness, sometimes
but then you blend
back in.
The scars I carry
can not be seen
by the passing eye,
Does that make them
any less prominent?
If I asked you to give up
your freedom
that ability to stand in the crowd
as the rest do,
would you?
I stand alone
in a crowd of them all
and smile proudly
that I can.
S. Elizebeth Turnquist
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