A Poem For My Misfit Friends

To my friends from distant lands

my pen pals, my soul mates,

my misfit clan.

Do you feel as much as I

that we were destined to

meet somehow someday

A special GPS inside us all

that kept leading the way

bringing us close to build a bond

that only we could see its charm.

Lost souls of a different planet

but here on earth, we are girthed

with a bubble around us we cannot

break, a knowing of loneliness

that overtakes.

The darkness we endure is

not so bad, through it we have

found our own world of glad.

With hope that we will one day

be free to bask in the life he has

saved for thee.

Wisdom abounds us from our

mental state of sheer determination

to bend not break.

Even so, as long as we live, we

are like wandering lost souls

who cannot find the light to make

it home.

This is our story of suffering

fails, of lovesick fools who

were constantly flailed.

It’s been a privilege to find

you all, for if not only to

acknowledge we were not

alone.

Girth(ed) – Surround; encircle

Endure – Suffer patiently

Bask – Revel or make the most of ( something pleasing)

Abound – Be plentiful, overflow with

Flail(ed) – Beat; flog; whip; lash