Poem On the edge of things I’m peering in, The chatter of social gatherings, Being included in one of those things, Always on the outside looking within. I want to be them but how can it be, The speed of my thoughts isn’t me, Putting thoughts into words I can be slow, By this time the conversation has flowed. Left out, excluded, inept, self-conscious This is what comes from being nervous, Nobody wants to appear a fool, Unwise to use my tongue as a tool. Awkwardly quiet, or nervous talking, Either way makes me want to start walking, Feel trapped I’m here for the night, All I want to do is get out of sight. This is a real meaningful poem and you may wish to share it on facebook! Have a happy Day Jill (ADAVIC Member)
Posted on: Thu, 12 Jun 2014 05:30:00 +0000
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