To Belong

I laugh with them

They listen. I listen.

I can touch them; hug them.

We know each other.

Why am I still on the outside?

I get up to go to the bathroom

and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.

This is why.

I want to belong

I want to share more than stories

I thought we had.

Every time I see my reflection

I remember again.

This is me.

Do I need to forget?

But I choose to remember.

And we share more than stories.

And I don't belong.

And they don't belong.

And it's ok.

©Eleanor Clark

3 October 2010