As though I might not be from here
As though this is not the era I must belong to
As though I am perhaps someone else,
Trapped in this body like a genie in a bottle
Swung far away into the sea
By a worried wanderer who was afraid
Of who I might be.
I know not yet my true calling;
Lost, I wander aimlessly,
Like a cloud unsure of whether to rain
Or simply be swept with the forceful wind
Where do I belong, I hopelessly ask
Is it just me who feels this way?
This poem is in response to the #HomoAquarius micropoetry prompt below:
My new #HomoAquarius #prompt someone else / worried wanderer / of course / cracked tile / deep well / calling @thewritelist @SemperSum— Vilmarie Vega (@HomoAquariusMPY) May 28, 2015Copyright Petrichor and Clouds 2013 at petrichorandclouds.blogspot.com Please do not reproduce the material published here.
